You raise your hand and knock quickly on the door.
"Come"
You turn the handle and enter.
The room is small and each wall is made from one solid slab of granite. The walls are covered with wall hangings. There is a bed along one wall and a desk against the opposite wall. A solid wooden door leads outside and next to it is a coat rack. What catchs your eye however is an elf sitting on the bed watching you.
He has white hair, and looks really ancient. He is dressed as a priest of Huitzilopochtli, wearing his blood red robe and chain even inside.
He looks at you and seems to stare deep into your soul.
"Praise Huitzilopochtli disciple, let us offer HIM some of our blood to honour our meeting"
With that he removes a golden bowl from a cupboard and rolls up his sleve. His arms are criss crossed with scars. He removes a knife from beneath his robe and quickly runs it accross his arm, and lets the blood drip into the bowl.
After you have done the same he raises the bowl above his head and begins to pray to Huitzilopochtli to accept the offering.
"Mighty Huitzilopochtli, accept this offering from your devoted servant. We serve you because we want to, and not because you have to like the puny Rokoon followers. I give you blood"
With that he turned the bowl over and let the blood spill onto the ground. It formed a pool and then suddenly was sucked down into the floor.
"Now, they sent you here to learn from me.
Do you wish to listen to some tales or hear or my life ?"