Three moving figures shuffled through the dark alleys of the City of Wandering's Light and Shadow Zone, their tattered robes, strange masks on their faces, and the lingering stench of death enough to instill fear in all living creatures.
That is, if it weren't for the plump, pale pink specter twerking in front of them.
And their ridiculous conversation.
"You bunch of little brats without a single hair on your bodies! Do you know how important the thing you interrupted was to me? That was an opportunity I traded for six months' salary, you damn kids!"
"Curse those bones! I've provided you all with mental relief so many times without asking a thing in return! You ungrateful lot! You destroyed my hope!"
"Just one-hundredth of a second longer and I would have gotten the contact information of that beautiful, delicate, leggy dark elf girl!!!"
The specter's furious roar disturbed several bats in the alley, which might be the barbaric distant relatives of Light Bats.
