The Sealed Princess of Five Fates
I laugh; this skeleton never ceases to amuse me. Even the jester I sometimes see down here doesn't seem to compare. Skelp tilts his head in confusion.
"What's so funny?" He asks hesitantly.
I stop my fit of chortles and look him dead in the eye, where his eye would be if he weren't all bone.
"Tell me a joke, I'm in a laughing mood!" I say with much mirth.
Skelp looks like he is about to begin his best attempt at humor when suddenly, behind him, run in three humans. There was a young man clad in traditional knightly armor and holding a sword, a mage woman who looked to be in her late twenties dressed in robes and a wand at her side, and a middle-aged man with a beard wearing nothing but a barrel and wielding an axe.
"What's so funny?" He asks hesitantly.
I stop my fit of chortles and look him dead in the eye, where his eye would be if he weren't all bone.
"Tell me a joke, I'm in a laughing mood!" I say with much mirth.
Skelp looks like he is about to begin his best attempt at humor when suddenly, behind him, run in three humans. There was a young man clad in traditional knightly armor and holding a sword, a mage woman who looked to be in her late twenties dressed in robes and a wand at her side, and a middle-aged man with a beard wearing nothing but a barrel and wielding an axe.