Finally got this done. Sat down to write it all out, too (I knew what was happening, right from the start).
surprise here.
Inside was — I don’t know, pottery stuff. I recognized a kiln, and tables with clay on it, and boxes of stuff. I’m no expert in any of that, though. Really, I knew it was a pottery station or whatever because Jimmy had said it was, earlier. You see what you expect to see.
There was a corpse on the ground, too. I stopped Jimmy’s movement forward with one arm. “Hold up,” I told him. “Mary?”
“Not a corpse,” she sniffed. “Obviously that’s a revenant. Completely guttered, though. It barely has enough juice left to keep from collapsing.”
I flicked a look at her. “That makes no sense, Mary. You’d need a month of constant use to drain a revenant that far –”
“Four days, actually,“ a voice interrupted us. It was wheezy, with the faint clicking you associate with bones hung in the wind. “It helps if you’re using the husk for something.”