He was a man whose height was only slightly less than Anthony Dubs, and whose physique appeared very sturdy. He was hidden beneath a large dark cloak, his large hands holding a book covered in thick gloves that exuded a mechanical feel. His face, under the hood, was also obscured by a full-face mask, leaving only a few openings that seemed primarily for sight and breathing. Though his movements seemed somewhat clumsy, there was an inexplicable composure about him.
"Hmm…"
The deep voice matched the appearance seamlessly. The host slowly turned his massive form to face Motan, lowering his head without haste to look at his face. After a few seconds, a thick nasal voice resonated from beneath the mask: "Welcome, uninvited guest blessed by the night. I am willing to give you enough time to turn the Sands of Darklight twice to explain your intentions. No thanks, no gratitude necessary. Everything is inevitable, all are cause and effect."
