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calmly alongside us, with none of the shoving or verbal abuse you'd expect
from your average disgruntled military dropout. The tall skeleton leader
himself trusted us enough to leave us with only the those two, though the
slavering ghouls all about really made even the slightest additional security
precaution little more than a formality.
Even our cell (if it can be called that) was built with the same graceful
stonework that composed the main hall. It even lacked a door, and no
guards were posted to watch over us. Yet while it furnished well enough
with long-unused blankets laid out on the floor, the grim colors and dim
lighting made the place seem more like a final tomb than a room for
"guests."
A familiar voice greeted me, "Ah, another member of the living. Most are
slain by the ghouls, this far into the catacombs; you are fortunate."
Sitting on the edge of a stark wooden bed was a man in Dustman robes. At
his side rested a few books, covers gray with age but kept well enough that
even the leather at the corners showed little wear. Tomes of Dustman
wisdom. The man used a slip of paper to mark the spot he was reading
before setting down the book and looking up at me with red-tinted eyes.
"You're Soego," I said in surprise, "from the Mortuary. What are you doing
here?"
He merely stared at me flatly, "Your memory serves you well. I am no longer
stationed in the Mortuary... instead, I have become a missionary in these
parts."
"Missionary?"
Soego looked past the entrance arch as he spoke, "Yes, I came to these
catacombs after hearing rumors of undead that were aware in these parts. I
hope to save them."
A zombie shuffled in as we spoke, carrying a tray laden with whatever scraps
of food they could scavenge here. She set it down on the edge of the bed,
bowed her head, and gave a moan that might have been 'Enjoy,' before
leaving.
"Save them?" I murmured as I poked around the tray. A crust of stale bread,
a cup of clean water, and a skinned, gutted cranium rat for each of us,
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