The Tatterman

The Monster of your dreams

Scabbing, scarred, and scorched skin broken by a suppurating lamprey mouth.

It is swathed in saffron robes and yellow silks.

The eyes are bound with cloth, but his gaze swings unerring at his targets.

_He waits for you to sleep.

He will come for you.
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The party encountered him in their dreams. Before the nightmare meeting they knew nothing.

He hunted them down one by one and gruesomely killed everyone except Content Not Found: quarto.