A creature, for lack of a better term, approaches wearing garb that seems to have at one point been a doctor's outfit. Presently, the garb can hardly pass for sanitary as it is stained with dried blood and other carnage, matching the vile-looking scythe clutched in his scab-covered hands. His face is obscured by what appears to be a darkmantle eating his head, and a quartet of drake's wings protrude from his back, but they seem to be non-functioning. Between the wings, a huge dorsal fin from a bulette rises along his spine. A spade tail flicks agitatedly from just below the bottom of his haversack that is adorned with numerous taxidermied faces and heads. As he stops near the party, the palpable reek of a myriad of beasts and copious amounts of formaldehyde pervades the air. He speaks eloquently if with a slight rasp, “Hello and well met Mr. Takoda is it? It seems you have quite the dilemma. Would you care to participate in one of my medical research studies? I am sure that it would prove quite beneficial to you.” He chuckles and steps back, giving you some much needed fresh air.
