Yeah, what the fuck are they supposed to do with all of these bodies. Abby nudges a skull with her boot cautiously, and parts it completely from the spine. The sight makes her feel kind of sick. The skeletons have a stink, probably from all the mud, and rot.

"No clue." She's still staring at the skull. The wide, gaping mouth, full of teeth. "Appeared out of nowhere. My shard didn't even ping." So it's nothing to do with a Rift. It's just a... normal walking murderous skeleton.

A frown. "Maybe they saw the fire." She's reluctant to put it out. It's cold out here.