The Slavemaster Skeksis is stood to the side of a hallway, grumbling to himself in hushed, grumpy tones. The bird is dislikeable in every way. He is cruel, cold, unnecessarily dark, and has nearly no outward personality to him other than being a one-dimensional jerk to anything that moves, even other Skeksis at times. With an eyepatch over one eye, he turns his leather-adorned neck with a sharp crack in your direction, glaring at you with a low, menacing growl. You... might want to run.