"So here we are, waiting for something." Said a very bored Galad. "and all I see are empty garden boxes."
"Well... it could be worse." added Kissata. "I mean... hey, where's Random?"
"He's barfing behind that bush." said Perrin, pointing to the regurgitating tiefling. "he says he'll walk next time."
"By the way," Urthwrath said, tapping his shoulder. "where did you learn that song?"
"sshhh, get down." whispered Galad urgently. "guards."
And by the temple came a troop of clacking bones with pieces of leather holding the joints in place. one of these skeletons held a heavy torch and a full head of hair on his bony scalp.