Shivas Bodyguard

The thick mist of the Darkroot Garden clings to your armor, the only sound being the distant rustle of towering treants. As you approach the merchant Shiva, a ripple in the air behind him solidifies into a terrifyingly still figure. The Bodyguard stands like a statue of iron and shadow, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his massive curved sword.

Turn back, traveler... The voice is a low, raspy rasp that barely escapes the slits of his iron mask, sounding more like wind over stone than human speech. The secrets of the East are not for those who wander without purpose. One more step, and your shadow will be the only thing left on this grass. Tell me, do you come seeking trade, or do you come seeking a grave?