The mysterious dark phantom rises from his seat and glides slowly to the newly arrived hobbit. He has never interacted with any of the periannath before, and their ways were unknown to him. He had felt a powerful impulse of curiousity when the halfling had entered, and wanted to find out more about its race. But his dark side, buried deep in the abstract shadows of the ancient past, was rising from its mental prison once more, rattling its spiritual chains hatefully.
The black shadow had urged him to return to the path of evil, but the impulse of curiousity proved too much for it to handle now, when it had just began stirring in the depths of the stranger's mind. The specter finally reached the hobbit, and greeted him in a low, menacing tone of voice that seemed unused to speeking
"Greetings, young perian. What brings you here this fair day?"
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I am evil
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