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Interacting with: [@RogueFox][@Shadow Dragon]

It had been nearly three hours since he'd returned to the realm of the unliving and wandering the halls of the dungeon he called home. Not once did he find any of his neighbors and acquaintances alive. He'd nearly given up hope. Ready to storm out of the Everdark and hunt down those heartless adventurers that caused this calamity. Had he a face it would have bore a look of shock as he heard a faint mournful cry. A survivor perhaps? 

The clickity-clackity of his boney feet hitting the cold stonework of the dungeon echoed through the uncomfortably quiet halls of the Everdark and, lo and behold, a survivor of the massacre! If the gods didn't hate his metaphorical guts for existing, he'd thank them. [color=chocolate]"N-no. I don't think we have."[/color] He answered back. His voice purposefully smooth and gentle to avoid scaring off the first living monster he'd encountered. [color=chocolate]"My name is Mortimer Costello. I would have liked our initial interaction be under better circumstances but I'm just glad to see another of us still alive."[/color] Just as he was about to suggest that they keep looking for more survivors, a vampire made himself known and summons forth a ball of light that illuminates his form and casts a dim light upon himself and the female spirit. [color=chocolate]"More survivors! Maybe this dungeon isn't done for."[/color] Mort said while clapping his hands together making an audible clack. [color=chocolate]"Greetings of peace, master vampire. My name is Mortimer and this is my new friend Hecate. We are currently the only surviving monsters of this dungeon...well as far as I know at least. Would you like to accompany us? Safety in numbers and whatnot."[/color] The infested skeleton punctuated by extending his hand forward in a friendly and non-combative manner.