Justin jumped backward, lost his footing, and hit the ground. Olorus and Hook stood and drew their weapons.

"I don't think he will be giving us any trouble," said the old man, standing over the dull, brown bones.

Justin's eyes locked on a lop-sided skull. It was a whole human skeleton. Tattered clothes hung from the body. Hardened cartilage and withered connecting tissues still held most of the bones together, but half of the fingers holding the pack were lying on the floor. ...