Token Humans

"Ah, yes. More token humans," says the Guide on spotting them. Smiling what seems a genuinely relieved - if a little too pointy - smile. "Good. It's a real corpse party in there." Wallace can just about keep himself from pointing out there is nothing wrong with having a few corpses around a place. Wondering just how short they must be on token humans if he managed to make the cut. At least his companion does a better job of fitting the definition. More so than either the bride or her parents - all three of whom immediately send his necromancer senses tingling. Well acquainted with death, all of them. Which makes him wonder about the power that brought them back from beyond the veil.