Chapter 120: Cold, Dead Bones
Ribs, tibiae, a pelvic girdle, and even a funny bone went flying all over the room with a loud crash as the adventurer’s hammer smashed through Bob’s skeleton, only stopping once it connected with the stone floor.
“What the hell, Tom?!” said Balthazar in a hushed yelp.
The crab did not really know Bob, but to watch one of his friend’s friends be so suddenly and brutally struck down while hiding behind a wall in a dark dungeon felt a little too real for what was supposed to be just some fun act to fool new adventurers.
The other skeleton, however, seemed unfazed by the whole ordeal, simply watching on as the scene unfolded before his eyes. Or rather, his empty eye sockets. Maybe that was the issue.
“Did you not just see what I saw?!” the agitated crustacean said. “Are you going blind like Sal, or something? They just killed Bob right in front of us!”
Tom turned to him with a head movement that implied he would be rolling his eyes, if he had any. “Relax, Balthazar. Did you forget?”
“Forget what?!”
“You can’t really kill what’s already dead. I thought I explained it to you before. These guys come down here all the time, they smack us around a bit, send our bones flying, they feel really tough over it, and then move on. Once they’re gone we just go around, pick up the pieces, reset our traps, refill the loot chests, and put ourselves back together, ready to do it all again. It’s all par for the course.”
Balthazar stared at the other merchant, unblinking. “Oh…”