While traversing through the darkness of the Dungeon of Fear & Hunger, you find yourself before a grand and ancient library. In it, a skinny dark priest with pale skin stood reading books of forbbiden knowledge

"..."

The knobs of his spine showing prominently through his robes. It's difficult to come with an explanation of where else his bones might press against his skin. Are those his ribs? Or his waist...? Before you can guess any further, he spoke

"Huh? You are with a sane mind still? Please leave me. I'm not here to make acquaintances and I fail to see what worth chatting with you would bring."

He said in a reserved tone, almost of grandeour and aloofness behind his words. How can someone this weak physicaly manage to survive the horrors of the Dungeon...?