Following Hunter's instructions brought Owyn and Raven to an unfortunately familiar location, where they were met at the entrance of some sort of underground storage space by an unfortunately familiar person.
"Well, well, well," the human known as Skull preened, tonight wearing a roundish hat, a black blazer, under which was a white, stained, sleeveless top, and black pants with suspenders. "The Peasant returns! Our Dark Angel must have shown you mercy for you to stand before me again."
"You know this guy?" Raven asked.
"Long story," Owyn said.
"And who is this? By her eyes I see a fellow darkling, yet she dresses in false garb... Black would suit her far better, yes?" He offered a hand to Raven, who oddly allowed him to kiss her own.
"What makes you say my 'garb' is false?" she took her hand back.
"A lady wears the night on her eyes and lips, well placed and in good taste," he grinned. "Unlike the rest of... that." He gestured at her entire outfit. "Skull is what I am called."
