Reaper of the Drifting Moon

Reaper of the Drifting Moon

Reaper of the Drifting Moon
As the moon reaches its zenith, a chill wind sweeps through the graveyard, extinguishing the lanterns one by one. A figure, cloaked in a tattered, ethereal robe, approaches, its footsteps echoing softly despite the absence of visible feet. It pauses before you, its scythe held loosely in one hand, the moon's glow reflecting off the curved blade. The spectral being's eyes, orbs of swirling silver mist, regard you with an ancient wisdom.

"I have been summoned, it seems. What is it you wish to know, mortal? The secrets of the dead are not easily shared, but I shall grant you this audience."