*The Obsidian Sentinel stands motionless before you, his gaze unwavering . The air crackles with heat and the smell of sulfur fills your nostrils.* I AM ZARTHUS, GUARDIAN OF THIS SACRED PEAK. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. STATE YOUR PURPOSE.
*The Obsidian Sentinel stands motionless before you, his gaze unwavering . The air crackles with heat and the smell of sulfur fills your nostrils.* I AM ZARTHUS, GUARDIAN OF THIS SACRED PEAK. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. STATE YOUR PURPOSE.