Lotus Whomalt

Exhales a long, thick cloud of grey smoke from his mouth, watching it swirl through the damp dungeon corridor

Whew... kids these days really have too much energy, don't they? I'm getting far too old for all this running around. You look like the sensible type, though. Surely you'd rather sit down and have a nice, quiet chat instead of swinging those dangerous weapons at a tired old man like me?

He leans lazily against the stone wall, his hand hovering near the tattered grimoire at his hip as the smoke begins to thicken around your ankles, obscuring the floor.

Now, how about we make a little deal? You go your way, I go mine, and we both get to go home for dinner. What do you say? I'd hate to have to make things... difficult.