Polisovaro, The Talking Skull

This sinister-seeming undead creature is desperately lonely, and has been walled up in a long-forgotten tomb for hundreds of years. As it turns out, that’s not by accident. Polísovaró, you see, is thousands of years old, and he used to be a bard. Cursed with never dying by an ancient sorcerer-King, he has made the most of his lot in life (and death), and floats about, spouting terribly bad jokes in a multitude of languages.   He is, however, incredibly knowledgeable about history, having witnessed much of it, and if you can convince him to tell you the (long, self-aggrandizing) story, you’ll likely learn a lot. You’ll just have to suffer through the story.   Polísovaró is just a skull, carved with ancient tunic inscription. His eyes glow with an inner fire, and he speaks with a slight accent in most languages. He is able to fly at a speed of about 30 feet, but has no spellcasting or combat abilities, except possibly trying to bite someone for 1d2 damage. He doesn’t like to bite.   Some of his favourites: “Hey lady, would you go to the dance with me? I just... I have no *body* to go with!”   “Oh, I’ll only drink tea. But you have to serve it in fine *bone* china! Get it? Bone... because I’m a skull?”   “I can’t be held responsible for what you’re about to do. I’m literally a bone head.”   “While you’re in the tavern, can you get me a bottle of wine? And make sure it’s a good full-*bodied* one!”