Sulfersnout's Lair

The Priest is the oldest man in town. He looks too young for that. But his skin stretches over his bones far too cleanly, more neatly than on any living person. Taxidermy stitches trace his hairline and his skin smells of cloves and formaldehyde. His assistants are sightless and their blindfolds and bandages always soaked through. Who do they worship that requires so much fresh meat.