The knocking and scraping of fine long bones are muted by moldering velvet when the skeleton twitches. Its long neck vertebrae sinuously snap in a gracefully horrific rhythm when it looks at you. A rotting leather belt, embossed with gilded Elvish script and supporting a heavy tome, half-hobbles the skeleton, falling down its narrow hips as it moves. Though it has a wand in the sheath at its side, it eschews that and flexes its elongated, fleshless digits like claws before it lunges at you.
~ Erin Dancer