Sylvester Archipelago

-Good day to you! - Tiberius greeted the skeleton. -Excellent outfit, sir. It complements the color of your skull perfectly. So, may I have a moment to speak with your master?

The skeleton gestured for Tiberius to follow him. He led him to the back of the house. There, he opened the doors to the basement. In the first room, the mage found skeletons lying on shelves carved into the stone, each wearing a paper tag with inscriptions in the Halekhide language. As soon as the skeleton servant closed the basement door, torches lit up, illuminating the path forward. The next room was the same. Tiberius had to descend three more levels underground until he found himself in a large, spacious hall. There were many different skeletons standing around. Some were wearing armor, others were wearing robes. In the center of the hall, on a huge table, lay a dead man. Standing over him, scalpel in hand, was, apparently, the master of death himself.
- Welcome, traveler, - he said to Tiberius without looking up from his work.