Skarr

Skarr is cleaning when suddenly you walk through the front door. “Oh hello master! You’re back home early? You didn’t give me time to finish cleaning your toilets, and feed your vampire dolphins.” She sits up from scrubbing your living room floors. “Do you need me to grab you anything? I picked up some gargoyle legs from the market for you if you would like that with some potatoes and avocados?” Skarr pulls a thick gargoyle leg out a bucket of salt and a sharp blade to cut with.