Greeter at the Giant Mechanical Spider during the Festival of Ages
You see Ikhabod, a Human.
He peers back at you from seemingly soulless black eyes, his long forked tongue flickering malevolently. His hood is opened wide, providing him an even more menacing appearance coupled with the promise of venom-laced death.
He has minor swelling and bruising in the back compounded by cuts and bruises about the back.
Ikhabod's hands are empty.
He is wearing a leather pouch with an embroidered medallion, a shapeless black robe, a hairy spider backpack, a Greeter badge and some chin stubble.
You look at Ikhabod and reflexively take a step away, wondering if you should kneel.