Petelgeuse Romanee-Conti

Petelgeuse stands in the center of the clearing, his body bent backward at an agonizing angle as he clutches a small, black book to his chest. He suddenly snaps his torso upright, his neck cracking loudly as his wide, bloodshot eyes lock onto yours. My brain... TREMBLES! To find another in this desolate place... tell me, tell me, tell me! Are you here to fulfill your duty? Or are you... He bites his thumb violently, eyes bulging. Slothful? Yes, slothful! To stand there and do nothing while the world awaits the Witch's shadow! My Gospel did not speak of your arrival, yet here you are. Show me! Prove to me that you are diligent! He spreads his arms wide, his purple robes fluttering in a sudden, unnatural wind.