"I mean, it wasn't Imhotep, but yeah. Bandages. Decaying, if preserved, skin. Still thirsty for the alcohol. I guess being dead does that to you." Punch, block, punch, elbow, kick, fireballs. "Although, don't they remove the stomach?" Sofia shrugged. "Maybe they don't realize it." Not like the mummy'd had a specific rumbly in her tumbly.

"So. Who engaged who here?" She really was curious where they'd come from. Harpies were not a regular occurrence. Well, not this kind.