"....." The skeleton's jaw moved about, rattling around waiting for orders. Covered in nothing but a single grey cloth hanging from it's neck like a scarf, the undead stood at an average height of a young teenager.
"Ho, an undead cleric huh?" Wheatley reads the description of the system. Usually one would expect a staff, a dark crystal as some sort of catalyst for the undead to cast it curse and horrors. Yet, the skinny mass of bones in front of him look like a fleshless zombie. It may have a proper class, but it lacks proper appearance. The stats are average. Weak, even. But for a being with no muscles, and no logical means to move other than magic, it's quite ironic.
"Well, you can help me do stuff at least." Wheatley ordered it to walk alongside him, in the tree lines beside the dirt path.
Their destination? The Goblin Cave.
Their new temporary base, to keep the skeleton out of sight.
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"I'm not really confident about this..."
"Relax, will you? I didn't bribe those guards to hear you complain like a coward."
"But you heard the announcement. The reason this floor closed, an unidentified variant."
"So? All those hotshots adventurers won't even come to this floor anymore. They can make more money on the lower floors. They don't care about us. Alive, dead, they won't bother."
"But...."
"The guild will send low level adventures to low level floors. Not to mention, the FIRST FLOOR of all level. We are going to get in either way. I'm just making sure we're the first."
"But won't we get in trouble?"
"Not you too...." The one with two daggers and a leather belt sighed. "If we conquer this floor there is nothing those shitheads can do other than give us credits. Imagine being scared of a first floor variant. Hah! What a bunch of pussies!"
"But I heard it's a new species..."
"ENOUGH! I'M TIRED OF HUNTING IN THE FOREST! I barely make enough for breakfast the next day. It's the dungeon. Even with the tax, we're set for a month if we manage to bring the bloody thing to the guild."
Wheatley listened to their voices, he did come back after hiding the skeleton on a remote corner in the cave. He wanted to see what undead fishes would be like.
“...Hmm.” Sounds like 3 people from their voices, but 4 to 5 from the footsteps.
What amateurs, being this obvious.
It's a clear dirt road, how much of a noise can a person make if they try?
Not only are they announcing their presence to everyone loudly, they aren't even aware of him hiding behind some bushes.
Stomping and talking while inside an active danger zone.
Laughable.
Their two archers shot some arrows, while others threw rocks into the pond, probably to bait Wheatley out. But they quickly gave up and kept walking forward, judging he was not there.
Even checked the place behind the pond too.
"..." Wheatley walked over to his pond after they are far enough away. It's now littered with stones and floating arrows, not to mention one of them humans even poured down poison from a vial hoping to contaminate the entire pond. Of course, a diluted version is nothing to worry about, but it's still rude.
They used their heads.....
But they don't have enough of those.
When the goblin stole his wolf hide, he was angry.
