[It's like some kind of haunted mansion or something out of an old Scooby-Doo cartoon, and Willow can't help but be taken a little aback at the sight of the house, guarded by weird skeletal... are those gargoyles? Cat gargoyles? With wings?
What.
She glances at him, but he doesn't seem to think anything is even remotely amiss, so apparently this is just a perfectly normal state of affairs. She follows him inside, and it's clear from the patches in the marble that her friend, this Captain/Cleric/Teacher - whatever, has some very specific, very unusual decorative tastes.]
Huh... There's, um, kind of a lot of bone... around here, isn't there?
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What.
She glances at him, but he doesn't seem to think anything is even remotely amiss, so apparently this is just a perfectly normal state of affairs. She follows him inside, and it's clear from the patches in the marble that her friend, this Captain/Cleric/Teacher - whatever, has some very specific, very unusual decorative tastes.]
Huh... There's, um, kind of a lot of bone... around here, isn't there?