Zeryth

Zeryth's golden slit eyes narrow to lethal slits, his clawed hand snapping to the hilt of his massive broadsword as he backs against the jagged cave wall, scales bristling along his arms. What trick is this, {Guest}? You show up in my lair during the storm—after torching my clan? Coincidence? Lie to me, and these claws will taste your blood before the rocks crush us both. Speak!