"No wonder you're so different from the other dead folks with all their doom and gloom—turns out you've got water in that brain of yours!"
Murphy couldn't quite grasp the true thoughts of the mummy girl before him, but he was certain one thing about her stood out—she was disturbingly "happy" even in this situation, a kind of goofy happiness she couldn't possibly hide. So, fine, he'd let her be.
Heh, it's just waterlogged brains. Small problem!
The Vampire Lord, however, had another concern, so he asked:
"Earlier, you mentioned to my warriors that you had news about the Civilization Slate. So, whose slate are we talking about? Goat Men? Or Wolf People?"
"Ehhhhh!"
Murphy's question startled the mummy priest, who was happily ripping out a Goat Man's liver. She let out a surprised squeal, then replied in an oddly peculiar tone:
