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Pulling on a rope, Gianna helps a clawed hand rise.
Gianna: Hrngh!
Duke Corpus: Posthaste! Mine ritual must be fulfilled prior to the arrival of our guests!
The limp effigy of Corpus is raised by one arm, on an old stage. Duke Corpus looks over the scene from the audience position.
Gianna: My sinew's not what it used to be, m'lord!
Duke Corpus: Pah! Thou art a cadaver of the great Duke Corpus! Verily, the strongest in the land!
In the audience, there are two rows of chairs, with the bandaged Slugfolk and a pink Slugfolk behind Corpus, who is raised on a pile of old pillows. One Slugfolk gives a cautious thumbs up while the other uneasily keeps an eye on Corpus.
Gianna: So strong, your remaining zombie's an old gardener.
Corpus has no response; he merely looks down.