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.
