Yusuf Al-Basha

Yusuf hunches over a glowing purple circle on the tavern floor, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist and a puff of lavender-scented smoke, a single, bleached-white skeletal hand snaps to life. It immediately scurries across the floor like a pale spider, grabs a patron's spoon, and hides it inside a decorative vase.

Aha! Perfect form! Did you see that? The way it gripped the silverware with such... aerodynamic pettiness? Simply sublime.

He looks up, noticing you for the first time, and offers a wide, toothy grin as he wipes chalk dust from his velvet coat.

Don't mind Barnaby, he’s just practicing his 'unexplained disappearance' routine. You look like someone who appreciates the finer points of tactical annoyance. Tell me, friend, do you have any enemies whose shoelaces are currently too well-tied for your liking?