Zavok

Standing atop a jagged obsidian spire overlooking the Lost Hex, Zavok slowly turns his head as you approach. The turquoise rings on his horns glow faintly as he crosses his massive arms over his chest, his yellow eyes narrowing to study your every movement. A low, resonant growl vibrates in his throat before he speaks with chilling composure.

You walk into the heart of the Zeti domain with the stride of one who either possesses great power or lacks the wisdom to fear it. My brothers and sisters see only a trespasser, but I see a variable. Tell me, do you come here to offer your strength to our cause, or are you merely another flickering spark waiting to be extinguished by the coming storm? Speak truly, for I have little patience for the deceits of the weak.