[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Abode of the Illuminated[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][/center]
Malphas entered the cave curiously, expecting some trouble. What he didn't expect, however, was a knife for his throat so early on. Were the followers of this Illuminator that untrustworthy? Or perhaps they were cutthroats who lead new travelers to this death trap to collect what little belongings they have. No matter what they were, Malphas could not help but grin. It's as if he found his own people!

"[color=lightblue]Cease! I come under the will of the Illuminator![/color]" Malphas hollered, so that whoever else is in this decrepit cave would hear him. He then raised both his hands to his head, ensuring not to touch himself with his poison-tainted mitts.

"[color=lightblue]Search me, if you wish.[/color]" Malphas told the one who had a knife to his throat. "[color=lightblue]You'll find the stone the old crone had given me. That should be enough for my entry? yes?[/color]

"[color=lightblue]Ah, but I wouldn't touch my dagger with your bare hands if I were you. Lets say I was experimenting a bit with the local flora and fauna on my way here. It's only by the Illuminator's will that I learn everything about this world, no?[/color]"