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The skeleton in the fez crumbled into a pile of inert bones. Its fez spun in the air for a moment, then vanished into the glowing blue bag now strapped to Kaelen’s hip.

“Right,” Kaelen muttered, backing into a corner. “Plan B. Sacrificial meatshield.” He pointed at a random rat gnawing on a femur. “ Dominate Vermin! ” auto loot rf

The rat looked at him, twitched its nose, and returned to its femur. The skeleton in the fez crumbled into a pile of inert bones

A single bony finger erupted from the grime-caked floor, gave him a thumbs-down, and retreated. “Plan B

“Oh, that’s just cruel,” Kaelen muttered. But he took the tears anyway. They might be worth something to an alchemist.

The other five skeletons tried to tackle him. Each punch, each bite, each rusty cleaver swing was instantly looted. The bag emitted a cheerful ker-ching every time an attack was absorbed.