"Living humans, really living humans." "So this is what living people look like." "Don't speak as if you've never lived, weren't you the same when you were alive?" "I've forgotten what I looked like when I was alive." "Why aren't they transparent?" "Don't talk nonsense, skeletons and necromancers aren't transparent either, what's so strange about it?" "Can I touch them, they won't bite, will they?"
"Enough of this," Catherine couldn't bear it any longer. Unable to maintain her composure, she let out a tremendous roar, but compared to the noise of hundreds of people, even a battle cry seemed weak and insignificant. Her shout was drowned out in an instant amid the clamor, inaudible even to herself, and failed to have the intended effect.
