Before Derrix could agree with Vaeri, a large bug whizzed by his face. Instinctively he went to swat it away, but as soon as it started to speak, Derrix paused. As his eyes adjusted on the talking figure he realized it was not a bug, or one he was familiar with at least.

	It introduced itself and motioned over to a sitting skeleton. Derrix’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the living dead being, as he tried to hide the grimace that wanted to form on his lips. He had seen worse, sure, but it doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant sight.

	“I think your friend could use some sun,” Derrix replied, trying to erase his disgust, “he looks a little pale.”