"For I shalt bring him back frome baeyond ye veil!"

He casteth a powerous magery upon ye corpse of ye bandit laeder, and sure enough, he standeth back up, skeletal and free!

Free of ye weight of his meat and clothenings! Free of ye yoke of mortality! Free to play music upon his own bodey!

Ye wizard handeth him a pair of mallets, and in his joy he doth begin to play upon his ribs ye most beautious song imagined.

All ye wizards from within and beyond ye WIZARD CAVE begin to gather to hear and to dance to his bonetasteic beats!