The mask was crude, uneven and its surface was still stained faintly with dried black ichor.
It wasn't beautiful, nor was it elegant, but it seemed to radiate some kind of familiar aura, the same he felt when he took out the mask.
It was the same pressure Nox felt from the Wendigo, especially when he broke its lamp.
The man lowered the mask slowly, staring at it with reverence, for some reason, he seemed to be filled with glee as he beheld the mask.
Nox didn't understand the reason for this until he spoke
"A way to hide amongst them," the man said with a laughter, one that sounded insane, "until I find a way out of this hell hole."
He turned the mask in his hands, inspecting the inside where rough channels had been carved into the bone.
They weren't random, Nox could tell, they followed a pattern similar to SE pathways, though far more primitive.
