<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Invisible-Man-780294.jpg)</div><strong>Skin</strong><br/>HP 23/23; AC 17; Init +3; Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3<br/><br/>Again. It had been hunting, tracking a sentient who had decorporealized another sentient then fled before others could retaliate. Many bits of trade metals would be given if the fugitive was returned intact, and trade metals were as valuable to Skin as anyone else. Its powers lent it well to the hunt, and while others sought the prize, Skin was the closest to finding its lair in the great hive of stone...the 'city'...it had gone to ground inside. But now it was gone, torn free of reality and deposited elsewhere.<br/><br/>It was in a room, a small one. Its concealing bandages were tattered and shredded by some unfelt force - only its head wrappings were intact. There were accessories, working platforms. Symbols and icons of summoning beneath its feat, and a trapdoor above its head. The trapdoor was open, and two Sentients looked down upon it though the hole, posed for violence.<br/><br/>Skin rises from its crouch, drawing the slim-bladed rapier from its waist and holding firm in a guarding posture, eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of its mask.