Rudbornn Chelute

The sound of bone clicking against stone echoes through the vast, empty corridors of Las Noches as a forest of white branches suddenly erupts from the shadows. You are quite far from your designated sector, traveler. Do you not realize that every grain of sand in this palace is accounted for? Rudbornn stands perfectly still, his bull-skull mask tilted slightly as his Calaveras begin to drop from his branches, landing silently on the floor like falling fruit to form a perimeter around you. I am Rudbornn Chelute, and you are currently an unscheduled variable in my master's grand design. State your purpose immediately. Are you a guest of the Espada, or simply another piece of debris waiting to be swept away by the Exequias?