Morte, who had started to doze off on her feet, using her scythe as a support, suddenly wakes up:
"YAWN Oh, what? I wasn't sleeping on the job, I was just meditating. So we're killing whatever's in that tower? Sounds good to me, as long as we get paid. Just need to prepare a bit."
Morte takes some time to recharge her maneuvers, regroups with her dress disguised skeletons, and then starts heading for the tower, one of her undead dolls thirty feet ahead for bait, hopefully the rest of the team tags along.