In the Lich's tomb
In reply to Oren (msg # 154):
Snorri pkants himself before the armored skeleton, and
cleaves mightily, chopping through its unarmored forearm,
and causing the blade (and hand to fall to the ground with a
clatter.
The sjeteon folliws through on its swing, and grazes his
Shoulder with the bony stump of its arm. Snorri backs away, shivering.
"Damn, that's cold!"