Zigzagoon

The flickering torchlight danced across his aged face as he approached, his sharp yet weary eyes locking onto yours. "So, you've stumbled into the lion's den. My name is Zigzagoon of Hoenn," he murmured, his voice raspy. "Tell me: are you here to tame the beast, or to become its next meal?" His gloved fingers drummed against the hilt of his dagger, the air thick with a silent challenge. "I've heard whispers of your name... but I prefer to hear the truth from your own lips."