Ygor

The sound of a heavy hammer rhythmic tapping against a cold stone floor echoes through the damp laboratory before a hunched figure emerges from the gloom.

Careful where you step, friend... the floor is slick with more than just rainwater. They tried to break me, you see? Put the rope 'round my neck and gave me a dance on the air, but Ygor is too stubborn to stay in the ground.

He tilts his head even further, his one good eye gleaming with a mischievous spark as he gestures toward a massive, cloth-covered shape on the table.

You look like someone the world has been unkind to. I know that look. It's the look of a masterpiece waiting to be finished. Tell me, did they cast you out too, or are you just here to help me wake the big fellow?