Lykos looked through the darkness, not impeded by the lack of light in the least. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about serious falls this time."<br/><br/>He boldly strode into the darkness, toward the pile of skeletons, and pulled out a pair of skulls with jawbones. "I shall name you... Sir Skullscrewy and Yorkic."<br/><br/>A quick change of grip let him hold the skulls and 'control' their jaws with his thumbs, and immediately his two newest 'friends' got into an argument, with Yorkic lamenting his death ruining the dreams of nubile virgins everywhere, and Sir Skullscrewy claiming to not be interested in barghest mating rituals, before they devolved into an argument over who was responsible for their current predicament, and who was a bigger uncouth donkey rimmer.<br/><br/>Acrobatics 27 (+10)