The house was a structure of white bones, and looked quite similar to a simple thatched shack. The roof was made out of revenant remains, not unlike the skin of humans and beasts. The house had two entrances, but they were not structured like doors at all. Apparently, the civilization here was not advanced enough to develop the notion of privacy and personal space.
The walls of the house were not completely sealed up, therefore they were able to see the figure of the intelligent revenant from the outside looking in.
He sat in the middle of a table made out of corpses, motionless in its strange post. A few clumps of ashen white flames floated around him, looking evil and mysterious.
For some unknown reason, the mages, who were creeping closer, were immediately reminded of how they looked during their meditations.
"...The revenant might be meditating. This is a good opportunity." The male mage lowered his voice, muttering, "In such a state, its defense will be the most lax."
