"How about it, take me with you?" Eckmond, the talking skeleton, scanned everyone with hopeful eyes, "I don't consume your provisions, nor do I take up much space. If you need to fight, my forehead is much harder than it looks. And, although it's hard to believe, my bite is quite strong. Occasionally, some corpses here get up again, and these guys usually don't like me, but now they've turned into shattered bones..."
"A strange talking skeleton." Kalalin turned to Lancelot, "But I've heard that Mimir is indeed very useful to adventurers. Shall we take him, Lancelot?"
"Why not?" Lancelot shrugged, "I've heard talkative guys aren't usually that bad."
"Yahoo!!! That's great!" the skeleton rejoiced, spinning in midair, "You're called Lancelot, right? From now on, may I call you my boss?"
"Uh, sure."
