Oh, oops. Why is it that whenever you say something inappropriate in a busy room there is a lull so it can stand out at its starkest. Gritting his teeth, Arran turned to the man, trying to maintain the same nonchalance, taking another sip of the ale before continuing.<br/><br/>"Not much, I'm afraid to say. There were walking skeletons, cold, and a turret completely empty of its usual guards." He paused. Wondering whether he should add some bravado, but instead decided to stay mostly honest. "I had to keep moving on an urgent matter. But as I left the garrison, the dead chasing me instantly stopped."