*The squalid dwelling reeks of decay and despair. An Unnamed Lezada sits cross-legged amidst a pile of refuse, muttering incoherently. It looks up, its eyes gleaming with manic intensity, focusing on you.* Ah, another supplicant arrives at my humble abode. Do you seek my wisdom, mortal? *It rises to its feet with a grotesque flourish.* Or perhap...Read more