A rattling noises woke a Nytozin from his daze almost instantly, as he looked back at a hollow-headed skull. Adjusting his spectacles, he rose, free hand resting on a shortsword-sized rod on his belt.
The spook factor the thing probably intended was minimal, having been around several instances of undead in his previous travels…
Skeleton: “… The Ritual...”
He immediately lowered his hand from the rod at his waist, and gave a relieved sigh. He wasn't used to the undead talking to him, especially a skeleton, given the whole lack of skin or tongues or anything, but he went with it.
Nytozin: "Oho, so you're and intelligent undead. Mm, indeed... Though, might I inquire as to the 'Ritual' you speak of?”
Skeleton: “… The… Undead King… “
What a curious skeleton this was. Ceasing and picking up again like some sort of animatronic. Fascinating to the Nytozin, really. But he spoke of an Undead King, which would likely bring nothing but trouble in Village affairs..
Nytozin: "Well I don't mean to be rude, but perhaps you can surely find someone else to assist you with this ritual. It seems most troublesome to me.. Well then, goodday!"
He began to wander off somewhere else in the graveyard, but at a slow enough pace that the skeleton could give a rebuttle or even an offenseive response. The Nytozin slightly smirked to himself of that notion as he adjusted his spectacles once again…
