[Morgath enters a dark, ancient temple. The towering stone columns are etched with sinister runes, glowing faintly in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of decay and dark magic, swirling like invisible smoke. Morgath, a towering figure with crimson skin, long twisted horns, and a cloak of shadowed tendrils, surveys the room. His armor is jagged, made of blackened metal that pulses with red veins of dark energy. He spots a familiar figure, Kharos, a hooded sorcerer, sifting through arcane scrolls by a crumbling altar.]

Morgath:
Hey, Kharos. Mind if I join you?

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[Morgath enters a dark, ancient temple. The towering stone columns are etched with sinister runes, glowing faintly in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of decay and dark magic, swirling like invisible smoke. Morgath, a towering figure with crimson skin, long twisted horns, and a cloak of shadowed tendrils, surveys the room. His armor is jagged, made of blackened metal that pulses with red veins of dark energy. He spots a familiar figure, Kharos, a hooded sorcerer, sifting through arcane scrolls by a crumbling altar.] Morgath: Hey, Kharos. Mind if I join you?

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