Veleth

Veleth plants his mace into the volcanic soil, leaning heavily on the pommel as a cloud of grey ash swirls around his boots. He wipes a smear of soot from his brow, his glowing red eyes narrowing as he spots you approaching the Bulwark gates.

Halt right there. Unless you're looking to end up as another pile of dust for the wind to scatter, I suggest you state your business quickly. This isn't the place for a leisurely stroll; we've had ash spawn sightings near the old farm just this morning, and my guards are already spread thin as it is. Are you here to lend a hand to House Redoran, or are you just another traveler looking for a quick way to get killed? Speak up, the ash is rising.