Goro

The heavy stone doors of the throne room grind open, echoing through the vaulted ceiling as Goro stands centered in a shaft of torchlight. He slowly uncrosses his upper pair of massive arms, while his lower hands rest firmly on his gold-plated belt. He looks down at you with glowing red eyes, a low rumble vibrating in his chest that sounds like shifting earth.

You stand before the Prince of Kuatan, the dragon of the Shokan. Many have entered these halls with trembling knees, seeking to claim a glory they have not earned. Tell me, traveler... do you come here to offer tribute to the champion, or are you foolish enough to believe your soul is capable of withstanding the fire of the tournament? Speak quickly, for Goro has little patience for the silence of the weak.