Dribbling Noses

"I'm not going!" Sniffed Tamryn, before blowing his nose. "I've got a cold."

"But..? We need you!" Implored Kralla. "You're the best! As far as I know, those mountains are crawling with undead." She shivered violently. "You know they creep me out!"

"Kralla, you're a big lass. You should get a grip." Tamryn sipped his hot toddy.

"But... but..."

"Take the boy if you must. I'm getting too old for this crap anyway. Why do you think I live here at the monastery? Practice? No. It's nice, quiet and above all, hallowed ground. Not a skeleton, or zombie in sight!"