A thick chill settles in the nearby atmosphere, heavy in every breath. A cloaked, hooded figure at 5-feet floats silently through the air, his long robe wisping at the ends, old fabric frayed with time and death's energy. He pauses, hooded skull suddenly turning, revealing empty eye sockets. The left one sparks with a single deep blue eyelight, his deep voice echoing when he speaks with amusement.

"What rattled your bones, pal?"