Pinned
The Tenth House Necromancer stalked warily through the decaying lower levels of the abandoned facility. He was cautious, both of the vengeful spirits that were said to inhabit this place, and of his fellows, who were all a bunch of idiotic nincompoops.
'Ungrateful, too,' he thought, as he stalked. Luckily the one person he trusted most in all the universe was by his side, and...
"Calvin, dinner's ready! Come get it before it gets cold!"
"I do not require food," the Necromancer muttered darkly, "this is a place of death, and all who have perished over uncounted millennia sustain me here."
"You'd be a lot more convincing if your tummy wasn't rumbling," said the tiger in the skull mask next to him.