"Think hard on what brings you to Drakkenheim, friend and consider... is it worth possibly meeting a similar fate?"

At these words, Maxwell reached into his backpack, pulled out his mask, and began to stare at it with a look of hard thinking and consideration. A look that was completely feigned in reality. A ruse to help better sell the cover story of his Joseph Mouzone persona. Maxwell had come to Drakkenheim with the intent to kill five of the most powerful people there. People who commanded not just considerable influence, but were each also living legends in their own right. That had not been enough to make him hesitate. The fact that he would have to risk being twisted into a tentacled monstrosity did nothing to dissuade him either. Maxwell had picked his goal, and he would see it done even to the detriment of everything else in his life.

Come whatever may, he'd be the death of his targets.