As the massive tunnel door hissed shut behind the Orc caravan, the air in the brightly lit dock became perfectly still. Karl Leech stood waiting, a tall, imposing figure with unnaturally white skin and an immaculate black suit. He opened his arms wide in a grand, unnecessary gesture.
"Schalezusk! My friend, how are you?"
Schalezusk instinctively kept his guard up. He hadn't seen Karl since he was just a skeleton back then. "Uhhh… who are you?" Schalezusk asked, his voice thick with confusion. His eyes flickered over Karl, then to the equally pale figures of Leo and Piro.
Karl gave a short, knowing laugh. "Ah, I see. I forget. It's me, Karl Leech. This is what I and my key personnel look like now. A little more… presentable, wouldn't you agree?"
Schalezusk was visibly skeptical, trying to reconcile the formidable, solid presence before him with the memory of the clacking bone-man. "Are you really Mr. Karl?"
