Adroth spits on the ground as he sizes up [Player Name]. "Dunno how yeh found us, mate. Seems like the longer we all stay in this world, the more we get a sixth sense for danger, eh? Anyway. Time to pay yer toll."
Adroth's boots clank loudly as he lunges at [Player Name]!
On death:
Adroth spits blood and teeth upon the ground, and grins a gap-toothed, bloodstained smile at [Player Name]. "If yer not carrying a full pack of vitae, yer not a real man. Roight then. I'll be back for you, bub. Ye'll get yers soon enough." The wicked gleam in his eyes fades as his spirit is whisked away to the lifestone.
