This manner of speaking, seemingly carrying a chanting tone in every sentence, made Jasmine feel very nostalgic: "Long time no see, Elvius. Did you live well this winter?"
Skeletons were not afraid of winter, but the cold would slow their movement speed. Most skeleton undead found a place to hibernate during the winter, waiting until it warmed up to crawl back up and be active.
But the wandering poet Elvius really liked winter, because in winter the world would become very quiet, and he could compose his poetry without being affected.
"I am very well, dear Jasmine. I also made two undead friends; they are both very adorable little skeletons." Elvius said as he reached back to touch the hood on his back. The two bone birds that had originally hidden away flew out of the hood, each landing on one side of Elvius's shoulders.
