A Crazy, Crazy Man

"…Thanks for the rescue?" Varian said after a brief silence.

"What is a lifeling doing here?" The ash-skinned man asked with a curious expression, waving his arm to point at the barren plain that stretched to the horizon, thousands and thousands of square miles without even a stalk of grass.

Only then did it hit him. He hadn't never talked to a typical Undead. Other than encountering them thanks to the abyssals, the only conversation he had with an Undead was with Yami and he's pretty sure she's not the representative of the average undead.

"Got here by accident." Varian stood up patting away the boneash that stuck to his clothes and looked at the man carefully.

Despite how 'normal' he looked, the man was not a living being. He was over 7' and looked like he's packing serious muscle. But his heart didn't beat and no blood flowed in his veins. Rather, the death energy moved around in chaotic patterns, maintaining his being.