Players entering the room: And so the prodigal workhorse has overcome my defenses, and now he's come to murder me. In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money, Power, Race? No. A man chooses. A slave obeys. You think you came here by choice? Who sent that letter? Was it just a concerned elf, or was it by me? Returning home something less than a man. Something breed to do nothing more than raise their head and work for their kindly master. Has a man come to kill me? Or a slave? A man chooses, a slave obeys. Step forward. Let me ask you, when was the last you ever did a choice by your own? Did you come here by choice? Or was it to follow the very innate nature that a slave must follow. A man chooses, a slave obeys now KILL!
The new leader of the Thugs of Navar. Dulvunkon had taken control after the sudden assassination of Churugmorr much to his own betterment as he was planning his own cue days prior. Now with full control over the band he is planning on swiftly leading it into becoming the most dangerous group of bandits in the entire forest.