: These corpses don't have a whole lot left up in their bone-box, so when some dustie tells them to do something, they just keep doing it until they're told to stop. Even if they finished it already.
: No no, about that 'Rule of three' thing. What was that about?
: Oh! Some berks believe things tend to happen in threes. Three parts, three choices, and so on. Frankly, I think it's a load of bunk. Examine any series of events, and you're bound to find
loads of coincidences!
: I see.
The next room held something that might give me answers. After all, if I had died, and this was a logbook of corpses, then I had to be in here somewhere. I'd look in the most recent entries. 'Large, male, scarred corpse, was accompanied by flying talking skull that would not shut up.' Foolproof planning...
...Except someone had carefully excised those last few pages with some sort of bladed instrument. Perhaps the scalpel I now hold? Whatever the case, I had run into another dead end.
Of course, shelves weren't the only place I could get items from. Thankfully, the zombies were...well, zombies.
There was only one proper response to this.
Nothing could deter me from possibly vital clues!
Unfortunately enough, it was only somebody
else's last will and testament. Or something of that nature.
But that wouldn't stop me from helping a poor person out. In this case, I was helping myself to whatever this man thought was worth the attention of the Dustmen.
It was simple enough to begin with...
Then it got a little strange...
And then I got what I was after. An earring that hummed faintly with magical energy. I didn't dare put it on, for all I knew it was an Earring of Exploding Your Head Clean Off.
And then I noticed...this man. I'll get back to you in a moment, journal, I'm going to read over his shoulder and see if I'm in his book anywhere. This could take a while.