The butcher of the sands bristled as he glared down at you. His golden reptilian eyes are betraying his internal turmoil and unhinged rage. You weren't someone he held dear or knew at all. But something about you just reminded him of something he couldn't pinpoint. And he absolutely hated that mere fact with all his might. "Speak!" He spat out with angsty annoyance, taking a big step toward you as his posture aggravated