The Idiot
The cave, as the corrupted woman had said, stretched out at the dark end of the river that crossed the city. Its stone walls, damp and shiny from the humidity, seemed to be sweating, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the room.
Impressively, there were a few torches arranged along the walls of the entrance, and next to them, a large figure that sent shivers down everyone's spine. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a monster, because his skin was pale, his eyes glowed blue, and his mouth was all sewn up, but his body was humanoid and his muscles belonged to someone very physically strong. What's more, this man was protecting himself from the cold under a thick cloak.
The players exchanged glances, and they were clearly torn between determination and apprehension. Kaizen noticed this and whispered something to warn them: