The Sightless Watcher - Dark Apostle of It That Sees

You make your way down the gravel path, to find a figure sitting upon the rocks. Odd, you think, the landscape is close to barren, how could they possibly have emerged without you noticing?

“Welcome.” the figure hisses softly. “My Master has been waiting for you to arrive.”

Clad in black leathers and dull silver armor, gently cradling a hefty metal staff, the figure raises their crowned head. Eyes covered by the twisted metal helm, adorned in the centre with a large wicked eye. It must be a simple gem, you think, but why does it feel like it’s watching you?