A portrait of one of the scavenger-y Infernal Heralds. Much like carrion birds, they hover around the front lines waiting for carnage, lip-fingers rippling in a constant languid motion that resembles centipede legs. They are lightweights, cowardly, flighty, squabble-y. They wolf down corpses and strain the putrid juices back through their face holes. They're only interested in the husks.