🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

—Professor, it feels like ages! Hmm, actually, it's just one summer and one winter... —he muses, trying to recall exactly when he graduated, and concludes that it doesn't really matter for the role. —Hello! My mood is, well, perhaps a little better than this morning, although I still have a nagging feeling of unease. And how are you? Did you manage to go on the excavations in Calcite, as planned?

—I agree with you, it would have been better if Neferia had attacked us; at least the undead there retain some semblance of intelligence, unlike our neighbors! Being an immortal skeleton, a scientist, a professor, and a researcher would be good in its own way, but becoming a mindless zombie isn't very appealing. Things are going well; my wife recently gave birth to our third child, so now, even if these activists push through their strange ideas, no one will bother us. Ha-ha! As for the excavations, it's a work in progress. —He winks. —I'm always glad to see you in my company.