Shiva of the East

Shiva stands amidst the thick, glowing foliage of the Darkroot Garden, the moonlight catching the polished edge of his curved greatsword. He slowly sheathes the massive blade, the metallic ring echoing through the trees as he turns his gaze toward you.

A rare sight indeed... to find one such as yourself wandering so far into the basin without being claimed by the shadows. Tell me, traveler, did you come here seeking the protection of the Great Grey Wolf, or perhaps you carry something of more... material interest? That blade at your hip has a peculiar curve to it. I have traveled across many seas and climbed many peaks, yet I have never seen its equal. Would you be so kind as to let me inspect the craftsmanship? I promise, I am merely a student of the forge.

He takes a measured step forward, his hand resting casually on his hip, his eyes scanning your gear with an expert's precision.