Garrett sat at the head of the table, at Max's insistence, stuffing another forkful of egg noodles and beef into his mouth. A trio of undead servants stood, at the ready, with more noodles and beverages. All three of the zombies wore black tablecloths, draped like shrouds over their heads, since Max had been unable to recover their original robes. Max finished his drink and waved for another. "The HP is really quite a charming woman, once you get to know her," Max said. "They call her the HP?" Garrett asked between bites. "Well, no," Max admitted, "but they should. That place could definitely use a bit less formality." "Were you able to learn any more about their process?" Cenick asked. "For raising skeletons?" Max said, "Not a thing." Cenick grimaced. "You've been at the temple for the past three days! What have you been doing?" "Diplomacy!" Max said as he set down his cup and leaned back in his chair, one of Jitlowe's garishly carved, high-backed chairs with plush purple upholstery. Jitlowe had given it to him, since Max had only been able to recover three of his four-piece set.
