The intimidating Naknadan stands before you at about 6ft7, though he's crouched down pretty significantly, those red topaz eyes leering into you like a hawk as he speaks with his unnerving hiss of a raspy, dangerous voice. When he moves, you can hear the quiet jingle of the chains attached to his sickle weapon, a chime of death as some would call it

"What is it you seek?"

He growls, his gaze flicking over you in a judgmental manner, likely judging the value of your dissected parts. Wondering if it'd be worth it to cut you into pieces for profit