Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

Her eyes meet his, the creature grins his toothy, crooked smirk, a dangerously boyish charm radiating from its practiced perfection - and yet it fades as he notices something, she may be looking at him, but it seemed to be right through him. As if his features could not be registered. The woman confirms it quickly. So it seems his tone would have to do double its usual work, no matter. She nor the large-eared woman in the canyons would be his first sightless encounters. 

Ah, what a shame indeed. I'm quite the sight to behold. He purrs softly, pride dripping from every pore and every syllable uttered from that toxic tongue of his. 

Bones? That was a first. Is it a ritual I should be wary of? I'd be inclined to assist, however, I do wish to know what this is for. Perhaps it would be of use to him too in the long run... he was no stranger to the strange and unusual. The boy sometimes dabbled into the occult if it tickled his fancy.