[center][h1]Sarah[/h1][/center]
[b]“John it is.”[/b] A very disinterested Sarah responded. In the torchlight she observed the various sealed and unsealed crypts around her. They were old, very old. Some bones were gone but that was to be expected. In between the witches, the rats and the horrible conditions she couldn’t imagine the bodies to stay in one piece for longer than a generation. Still, something was off. Bones were missing but the remaining ones were smooth, polished. Where stone turned weathered and rough the bones remained in pristine conditions. It did not make her feel at peace. She had fought enough necromancers to know that these were their home turfs. So she especially had no time nor patience for the possible ramblings of a stranger, a child, a fool or a glory seeker.

Instead the ramblings of an almost-corpse pulled her out of her vigil. She stayed out of the antechamber until Dale threw his torch in it. The second she saw the pit she knew there would be trouble but not because she knew what it was. In fact she had no idea what would steal bones and make such a pit and it was exactly that which was worrying her. Whatever it was, it soon revealed itself to the group.

They needed to get out. Now. But apparently the party had another idea. John was giving some firearm to the princess. Something played up in Sarah. What if that thing blew up in her face? The poor girl. She wanted to go over there and take it away. It was much safer to just run. But Sarah shook the feeling off. This wasn’t a playground. There was no place here for little girls that need protection and Sarah would most certainly not play babysitter. Still, she felt like she needed to make her point clear: [b]“If she hits me with that thing I will feed you your own guts!”[/b] She yelled across the room at John.

With the thing’s attention fixated on John, Sarah prepared to attack the bone demon. Skeletal constructs always had a sort of power source. A focal point within them. Inexperienced necromancers often used the ribcage to substitute it for a heart. More advanced ones would substitute it for a brain. This thing looked like it was made by someone with skill. So while she charged in an arch to get behind it, she looked all over the thing to find something different. Something glowing. The moving skull did elude her. Still, she was quick and was upon the demon as it got closer to John. Right before it could attack, Sarah swung her blade at the joint of one of its legs. If they could incapacitate it, maybe they could find the its source. Or so she thought.