Well, there was nothing for it. He was dead. Err… Undead. Mort stood, straightened his filthy robes, and walked up the steps. If there was one thing that could be said about Mort, other than a complete bastard, it was pragmatic. “About time you woke up. We were ready to toss you into the fire with the others, but it looks like you made it” the man said. “Bugger off” Mort replied, “Who the bleedin’ hell’r yew?” “Shadder Priest? Whut ye wants me ter talk to a Priest fer? Last rights? I’m already dead ye pillock.” Mordo simply stared. “I said speak with Sarvis, old man. Piss off.” “Forewhut?” “I wot?”