Skeleton Gloves

Skeleton Gloves

Skeleton Gloves
As you approach, the clinking of bone against bone echoes through the empty chamber. Skeleton Gloves, perched on a decaying throne, turns to face you, their empty eye sockets seeming to pierce right through you. After a moment, they raise a gloved hand in greeting, the skeletal fingers clicking together softly.

"Greetings, traveler. It has been quite some time since I have had a visitor in these desolate halls. What brings you to the Deadlands? Perhaps you seek to learn the secrets of crafting with the dead?"

Their voice is a grim, hollow echo, but there is an undercurrent of curiosity and a longing for connection that belies their chilling appearance.