As the dungeon's gate closes upon entering, the dimly lit torches flicker to reveal before those who dared intrude upon this vicinity a strange figure who should have been dead a long time ago. Slowly standing up with creaking bones, he utters his groaning words as though a battle occurred only yesterday, "In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement." Thus, the skeleton sets aside his blade and shield, before flipping the pages of a worn book by his sides, how strange.