A portal of darkness deposited an individual in a black, hooded coat and a burlap bag in one of the unoccupied cells. Not being one to stick around to answer questions, Xaldin did what he had come to do; the bag of bones was dropped unceremoniously in the center of the cell, its top open enough to spill the contents all over the floor.

Two more wisps of nothingness appeared; these were not the dusks that had been escorting prisoners, but dragoons. Xaldin's own foot soldiers. They had their orders; put the skeleton back together as quickly as possible, and then leave. Simple enough.

With the unnatural speed, flexibility, and strength that was their hallmark, the dragoons performed their job and vanished into the ether, leaving a more-or-less complete skeleton in a pinstriped suit alone in the cell...