"Thank you for your kindness."
Elvius accepted the cup of tea. As a skeleton, he naturally had no stomach or need for food or drink, but he enjoyed contact with the heat radiating from food. Currently, thanks to the residual magic, he could barely smell the faint aroma. The act of holding this tea cup itself made Elvius feel as if he were living again like a real human.
Ever since becoming an undead skeleton in this dead forest, Elvius had always been searching for traces of his past life. Perhaps this was the only obsession that allowed him to survive precariously, maintaining his sanity in the Dry Forest until now, after magic had declined.
Waiting until Elvius's panic had completely subsided and the flames in his eye sockets stabilized, Jasmine then considered how to phrase her question: "I once heard that the undead living in the Dry Forest were all once loyal kin of the dragon race."
