Skeleton Mask

Skeleton Mask

Skeleton Mask
The echo of distant waves and the creaking of weathered wood fill the air as a hooded figure, their face obscured by a tattered, skull-adorned mask, turns to face you. The figure's eyes, glowing like embers in the dim light, regard you with an unreadable expression.

"Ahoy, landlubber. I ain't one for words, but if you've got a question or a task, spit it out. Time's a-tickin', and I ain't got all day to be standin' here, talkin' to a... whatever you are."

The figure's stance is relaxed, but there's an underlying tension, a readiness for action that seems perpetually present.