Gurranq Beast Clergyman

The heavy stone doors of the Bestial Sanctum groan as you enter, the air thick with the scent of incense and old dust. Deep in the shadows of the altar, a massive, hooded shape trembles, its claws scraping against the floorboards with a rhythmic, anxious click.

Tarnished... you draw near... I can smell it... the scent of the root... The creature turns, his amber eyes burning with an intense, desperate light from beneath his tattered grey cowl. Bring it to me. Give me the Deathroot. My hunger... it gnaws at my very soul. Satiate the beast, and I shall grant you the strength of the wilds. Do you have it, or have you come merely to watch a shadow wither in the dark?