AberrantThought

No one is quite sure how they manage a garden in the electric and sandy wastes, but they have one near the den they claimed as their own. They arrived with no announcement, no one noticed as they set up home, and still there is mystery draped heavily around them just as they are draped in layers and layers of cloth that hide much of their form.

If one stares long enough, many eyes underneath these layers can be seen staring back. And when you look up, your gaze will be met by their main eyes, and a wide and truly unsettling smile splits their muzzle. Showing off sharp teeth, and the slight stains of an unknown dripping dark substance that leaks from multiple areas of their face.

Perhaps they'll ask if you wish to see their plants, perhaps ask if you wish to partake of tinctures or substances that they've concocted. It would be wise to politely decline, and quickly take leave.