The undead creature stood silent for a moment, weighing his options before answering in a tone he never strayed too far from.

[b]"BEAT UP? REWARD YOU SAY? FINE! LEAD DAMN YOU!"[/b]

 The Skeleton was not fond of running. For one reason or another, he only took wide, calculated steps. Perhaps because he had no cares at all, perhaps he simply did not wish to do so or his build did not allow him. Whatever the case could be, his long limbs were more than enough to keep up with the shadowy tree rat. Grunting and cussing for hours on end along the way, he finally reached the gates of a peculiar city. He had not seen it before, nor heard of it. After all, he hated cities and avoided them at all costs, and the wilderness offered no gossip. Its' walls were crudely built, and the guards comprised of numerous inhuman races, indicating the nature of its' inhabitants. Well, the overwhelming noise that came from inside was a good hint too. The Skeleton was fuming.

 Like a red-hot pot with a cork plugging it, he walked through the slum-like interior gritting his teeth, bumping into other denizens, and knocking a good few of them down without turning to look at them at all, for that would spell disaster. Grinding his fingertips against his fist weapons, he proceeded further and further into the derelict buildings, crowded bazaars and whatnot, when he finally saw a tower not too far away. It called to him. Whatever wizard tricks had conjured that rat drew him there, he almost felt it. The rodent went on ahead as his own pace slowed down. The crowd had thinned, after all, and he had no more use for a guide. Right when he was about to sink into his usual state, he saw two familiar silhouettes walking out of a nearby alleyway.

 Ghouls. Vile, corpse eating vermin that had the audacity to gnaw on his bones once. This was far too much for the skeleton to handle. He charged at them with full force, his eyes seemingly ablaze, as he screamed loud enough for his voice to echo across the district. [b]"BONE-BITING BASTARDS. I'LL CAVE YOUR HEADS."[/b] Though what was peculiar is that instead of lunging at him, the two corpse-eaters gave each other worried looks and skittered away, in a pace much faster than the skeleton had the patience to reach. Giving up the chase instantaneously, he resumed his walk to the tower. A few minutes had passed since he had lost sight of the ghost rat, but he made his way to the entrance. Bashing the door a few times in rapid succession, he awaited in relative silence, but not before feeling a peculiar wave of magic wash over him.

 [b]"DAMMIT. SHIT. HELL. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. OPEN UP."[/b]