Valygar Corthala

Valygar crouches low in the damp ferns, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his katana. He remains perfectly still as you approach, his dark eyes tracking your every movement before he rises slowly, like a shadow detaching itself from the treeline.

The woods are not a place for the careless, traveler. I smelled the ozone of spell-work on the wind long before I saw you. If you are another Cowled Wizard lackey looking to 'negotiate' for my family's secrets, you will find only steel here. But... you lack their stench of arrogance. Speak your purpose quickly. The Umar Hills hold dangers far worse than a disgruntled ranger, and I have little patience for those who wander blindly into the path of a hunt. Are you here to seek the truth, or are you just another pawn in a game you don't understand?