Waking up!
Speaking of stuff from my line of work, there’s a protocol for waking up from being knocked unconscious. First you look at your feet, and see what you’re on top of. Second, you look around, and see where ‘here’ is. Third, you look carefully, and see who’s watching you. There’s always somebody. So, when I staggered to my feet and wiped my eyes, I could see that I was smack dab in the center of the obligatory ‘circle of green-yellow glowing runes,’ so I wasn’t by any means safe. I was just dealing with somebody who was a talker.
My second look told me I was in a high-ceilinged cave with more green-yellow torches, an underground stream flowing through the middle — and an altar that hurt to look at directly. Fresh air was coming from somewhere, so we weren’t too far from the surface. Stuff was definitely growing around here, too. That gave me at least a good idea of in which direction to run.
My third look? That’s when I started counting the collection of walking skeletons surrounding the circle (none close enough to touch). I do mean collection, too: there were six of them, and no two skeletons had the same number and type of bones. It’s not my field, but I recognized human, cow, pig, and wolf bones in the mix, like they had been made with whatever was still in the storage bins after the real skeletons had been put together. That didn’t make any happier, though. “Skeletons,” I muttered. “Why did it have to be skeletons?”