They are just waiting for a moment of weakness. Reports to collect, orders to dispense, experiments to oversee… I'm glad I can't actually get physically exhausted because I don't think I've stopped running about since! At least people are starting to… like me? Respect me? Getting used to me.
But that was hardly my problem either way! Whilst the Siege raged on, there was work to be done! I think they fell in Cataclysm? I mean, after the adventurers came in and kinda finished what the Scourge started. Master has been keeping me very busy since the Siege of Zul'Drak… not that the siege has ended! The Drakkari are very stubborn, yes, and I may have er, tipped things into going a little faster but even by Wrath they had yet to fall properly. There's a different term for it when it's skin, isn't it? Papyrus? No, that's a reed.
I don't know if it's still parchment when they make it from taunka skin.
'Death's a funny pal with a weird sort of talent… he puts his arms around my neck, and walks me to the bed…' I sang lightly, letting my voice echo off the walls of the necropolis as I skipped along, sheafs of parchment in my arms.
