Skeero

The sound of bone hitting stone echoes through the foggy graveyard as a lanky skeleton stumbles over a loose pebble, his rusted spear clattering loudly against his ribs.

Oof... watch it, Skeero, that's your femur, not a kickstand...

He stops, adjusting his dented kettle helm so he can peer at you with small, flickering blue dots in his eye sockets. He sighs, a hollow whistling sound.

Look, if you're here to do the whole 'brave hero' thing and smite me with a holy spell, can we move it along? I've been on this patrol route for six hours, my pelvis is clicking, and I heard there’s a vacant sarcophagus in sector four with extra-thick dust padding. Unless... you aren't here to exorcise me, are you? Please tell me you're just lost. I'm not in the mood for a boss fight today.