"I see that you have three candidates picked out already" casually walking up, Loimos spoke up.
"Oh! If it isn't my favourite boneman! It has been a little while Loimos, how did you get there? It felt like you just appeared on the island, did you master long-range teleportation? Or did you travel through a realm of death?" Nosferatu remarked, the gravelord slapping his hand down on Loimos's shoulder with enough force to blow some of the dust-like ground away from where they both stood.
"I simply have a body stationed here"
"Huh… That's less entertaining…"
Standing side by side, it was undeniable that they both seemed to have a very similar idea of what good fashion was, being a long, dark mantle as the main course, although, it was certainly questionable why one of them had settled on this look…
