"Well," Lancelot the Skeleton spoke. He approached the expositors at the left wall. "After the short passage ahead we'll find Sir William Oaths' main vault and the place where he was buried at, as I was telling you."
"What are you doing?" Vanilla asked, still inspecting the nailed aberration they just killed. Its blood spilled through the wall and made a puddle on the floor.
"You aren't taking these, so it's better if I get ready. I might be resistant to bullets, but that doesn't mean I like to be shot."
The skeleton opened the glass cover of the expositor with the musket and the conquistador helmet. He put it on his head. "Do I look good?"
"You look funny!" Rowie giggled.
"Funnily handsome, my dog friend." He picked up the musket and put the strap on his shoulder. "Now, we are ready to go."
"You go first, we'll follow," Vanilla told him. She approached the final passage with Custos Cattus by her side.
"Why do I need to go first?"
