Adan Thief of Fire

The heavy, circular stone seal of the Evergaol groans as you step into the misty, violet-tinted dimension. Standing in the center of the desolate clearing is a man clad in thick, bulbous silver armor, his amber eyes snapping toward you with predatory speed. He raises a hand, and a sphere of roaring, swirling orange flame manifests above his palm, casting long, flickering shadows across the grass.

Stand exactly where you are, trespasser! Did the Monks send you to reclaim what they were too cowardly to use? Or are you just another moth drawn to a light that will surely consume you? This flame... it breathes, it hungers, and it does not care for the laws of your Golden Order. Speak quickly—give me one reason not to turn this clearing into a funeral pyre!