"You know who I am not," Samil replies with a knowing smile. "I am clearly not your dead friend, but that much is obvious now."

He regards you for a moment, fixing you with haunting eyes. "I am many things," he continues. "I am the one who saved you in the forbidden city. I am the one who saved you in the woods. I have been your guide, prodding and nudging you along, bringing you here. You may call me a benefactor of sorts. A purveyor of truths and holder of keys, yet somehow I do not possess the one for my own chains."

Samil places a hand on the great amber boulder swelling within the giant A'Dendri and moves his face close to its surface. Something inside stares back at him. Suddenly, Samil's smile evaporates and his eyes become black pits of hate. "For eons I have waited here in the depths, remembered only by the land. Barely an echo of my former self. Left to rot in this prison. Crippled. Bound. Broken."

"But no more," he says, his smile returning. "Our friend here helped me find a way out. The most powerful lies are those laced with truth, and he desperately needed this one to be true." An expression of great pleasure creeps across Samil's face. "He drank from the Life Stream. The Witch Light, as you call it, and the world died. An infinite stream of tortured souls flowed in, driving him utterly mad. Since then, every death has fed me. Everything consumed or claimed, every broken sob, every nightmare, every drop of pain has found its way back here, allowing me to grow within him and the Deepwood to spread. A temple to the power of lies."

Returning his focus to you, Samil stares with amused satisfaction. "And now it's your turn. For most importantly to you, I am your salvation."