Pontifar's bonehound, as well as a dozen human skeletons, also traveled with the group. As one clattered past Ushter, it turned its head toward her and waved it's bony fingers. She rolled her eyes, repressing a smile. As stressed as she was, it was hard not to be charmed by skeleton minions. Perhaps it was something about how they they were always smiling, but they were very jolly minions.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 1)