A figure, a little shorter than the average adult human, and wearing a black robe and a hood that completely covers eir face, walks into the room. E approaches a chair, and puts a gloved hand on the back of the chair, but does not sit down.
"I am the Warrigal," the person says in a strange voice. "I am a very mysterious and intriguing character who communicates in an overly contrived manner. I humbly and respectfully submit myself for consideration for the position of Dungeon Master. I am available to start immediately. I only await your words, Your Honors." —the Warrigal
