Shurq Elalle went to the sarcophagus and slid the lid to one side. ‘Aarrgh! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss—’ ‘Stop that, Harlest!’ She batted the clawing hands away. ‘Get out of there. We have to go—’
The comedic relief in Harlest was excellent. He just wants the simple things like claws and fangs to scare the living.
