I don't know how he made those critters appear but his magic sure as shootin' doesn't follow normal rules. [But now she's looking at him again, wondering just how he intended to bring the skeletons to his side.] You're not telling me you make a habit of talking to the dead, are you?
Talking to them? No... I'm afraid they're not very good conversationalists. Grunts. Groans. The ilk.
Only a Valkyrie could speak with the recently departed, you see. With enough magical influence, overpowering that manipulating the construct, I believe another can seize control of the skeletons to in turn prank upon lord of them.
Yes, I reckon it is. And even if a bit of my magic had returned by then, it wasn't as if I could control them. They kept breaking into the house somehow and I even had to chase one out of the bathtub!
[She'd spent the rest of that evening giving the tub a thorough scrubbing.]
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Only a Valkyrie could speak with the recently departed, you see. With enough magical influence, overpowering that manipulating the construct, I believe another can seize control of the skeletons to in turn prank upon lord of them.
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[His mouth worked then in reply to her second question, and then he clamped up. Oh. Well.]
...Hmm. There is the proverbial wrench in the gearworks, isn't it?
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[She'd spent the rest of that evening giving the tub a thorough scrubbing.]