Monday, January 21, 2013
It isn't clear how the bones ended up there. Odd bones, they are. A tauren? Perhaps. Maybe a pandaren. The skeleton itself looks like it has been cleaned. Polished even. The kind of specimen you'd expect to be held by a preservation society. One does not simply call on a neighbor and ask whether or not they know something about the mysterious appearance of a pile of bones. No. The bones would be burned to ashes. They would have to disappear. Liked he'd hoped they would, after he first laid eyes upon them under the moonlight the night before.