This hulking creature seems to have once been something yet more, some sort of warrior clad in shining armor and bravery both, perhaps, with battlewounds a plenty where one can see its body, but most importantly, its severed hand, tenaciously replaced with a wicked, serrated blade. Though now its once proud face has become sunken and skeletal, the glimmer of fake teeth and malevolent eyes both seeking each and every person as they wander across its vision. The occasional gnashing of teeth was not uncommon, as if it was tasting the air, though the shriveled state of its tongue implies otherwise.