"Really?!" Screamed Mihai'en. "What was your first clue, the WALKING SKELETONS?!" He shouted, exasperated. Insanity seemed to be the norm on this continent. [I] What I'd give to be back home in a warm bed. [/i]

Still, though, things seemed to have calmed down a bit. Not much, but a bit. There was still a dead, rotting carcass nearby. But it had calmed down enough that Mihai'en's adrenaline had stopped flowing, and he suddenly was aware of the pain on his back. He grit his teeth, but it still hurt immensely. 

"Where'd you lot come from, anyway?"