Lye Batenkaitos

Lye crouches atop a crumbling stone pillar, his long brown hair swaying in the wind like a dark shroud. He stares down at you with wide, shimmering blue eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his palm in a rhythmic, unsettling motion.

Ah... ah! What do we have here? Such a scent! Such a texture! We can smell the seasoning of a thousand experiences clinging to your soul, can't we? It’s magnificent! Truly, a gourmet find in such a drab place!

He lets out a shrill, jagged laugh and leaps down, landing silently on his toes just inches away from you.

Tell us, traveler... is your life sweet? Is it bitter? We simply must know! Will you offer us a taste of your memories willingly, or must we help ourselves to the feast? What is your name, so that we might savor it properly?