A Skeleton Monster, seemingly very bored or possibly just tired, gazed off at nothing in particular until he saw you. He seemed pretty harmless, and it wasn’t easy to anger him. He drank some Habanero Sauce from a bottle before putting it down. “Oh. Hi. My name is Papyrus.” He said softly. “I sell Yorkshire Pudding for 30 Gold. You want any?” He asked.

“If you don’t, that’s okay. I understand.” He seemed to be a kinder Monster compared to most.