The Light Touched The Artificial Face, Casting Deep Shadows That Led To More Questions Than Answers.

The light touched the artificial face, casting deep shadows that led to more questions than answers. His expression was marble, carved from stone, yet lively in a way no stone mason could ever hope to accomplish. For in the end, this was no thing, no statue. But a sentient being... somehow... deep underground beneath the frozen waste. The eyes watched, the mouth frowned, and the brows furrowed as it prepared to speak again.

"So... What truly brings you here outlander?" Said the stone faced man, his voice like rumbling gravel.

Some more art of Womedrah, I like doing portraits of him because his face is all sharp angles that are easy to shade