Cemetery Sentinal

A hooded figure waits in stony silence from atop a decorated pedestal. Its skeletal fingers grasp a lantern that gives off an otherworldly glow. The shaky firelight sends eerie pools of purple across the hallowed ground. Two massive wings curl threateningly at the guardian's back, so lifelike that they seem ready to unfurl and take flight at any second. Best move quickly and not make trouble iho knows whether this sentinel can tell friend from foe.