“They look impressive—”
“—but can they fight?”
The necromancer smiled. “Watch.”
One of the guards tossed the hapless farmer into the pit. At first he wouldn’t pick up the sword, but when he saw the skeletons clattering toward him like hell’s own marionettes, he changed his mind. It didn’t help much; the weapon was quickly knocked from his hand. Their bony claws ripped him apart in moments.
“I can give you a score for ten gold pieces. If you want more, they will be cheaper.”
“And if I want a thousand?”
The necromancer laughed. “Cheaper still.”