Blackwater Islands Who am I?

The speaker saw the man wandering alone near the water. A new acolyte, brought here by the listener. The man looked lost; he just needed someone to show him the way.

Tulok pulled himself from the edge of the trees and moved along the compacted, wet sand to approach the acolyte head on. When the demon was close enough, he stopped, his two-toned gaze taking in the beast. His face showed nothing that passed through his mind, though. 

What is your name, acolyte, he asked. There was no malice in his tone, just a sternness that demanded respect.