𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘.

You have come across a very withered branch. Nevertheless, it appears to be decorated with many skulls & feathers; draped in dark sheets -- Clearly not to simply deter, but to somehow welcome? As you march past, a frame looms out from the dark cloth's sheen; probably upon hearing your pawsteps. The outline tall with a ram cranium atop it as a.. head. You could tell that most of the lions know this fellow despite no one has ever known his name, nor breed... neither if he's a lion whatsoever. Many says that he's a right-hand man of the devilish ranks. "Greetings," he finally speaks with a curt nod of the cranium. As you remain quiet, he pierces you with them -- what seems to be -- eyes; or left to be sockets. "Perhaps you would like to have a peek at my branch? Who knows if you'll find any of your.. liking?" he gently sweeps the air with his open palm, will you?