Operation Arid Soil : Part Eigthteen

With much manpower already at work on every minute thing available and hefty patrols everywhere, quite a few of the undead warriors had nothing to do due to the order to remain on camp until the mirages stopped showing themselves, which led to them finding other ways to occupy themselves, such as checking if their equipment was in a good state, trying to invent board games, trying to invent new spells for the mages, trying a whole bunch of things, although, one group of a dozen or so undeads stuck out from the rest who were at least trying to do something productive or come up with new stuff.

"Flesh, or no flesh- That is the question… Which do you find most appealing, my bony friends?" they were all skeleton and seemingly using the full extent of their untiring minds to think about topics that could hardly be answered with one concise response.

"Depends… Does Lady Ir'Houwl still have flesh or not?" spoke one of the more daring ones.