The skeletons would not question their master.
If Jay was taking them off the grand duty of culling, and putting them onto something as lowly as rock-collecting, they would give him as many rocks as he needed.
They all darted off to different parts of the swamp island, all of them except for Red’s two sub-skeletons, which didn’t yet have minds.
Red left the rotting shack and gladly rejoined its master’s side. While it didn’t have any expressions, it seemed to stand more proudly, puffing its chest out and pulling its shoulders back as it guarded Jay.
Jay couldn’t help but curl his lip slightly.
(Red, I’ll be giving your skeletons minds.) he glanced up at Red from his throne.
Red nodded, and immediately, its two guardian skeletons left their weapons on the shoreline, stepped onto Jay’s bone pile, and knelt before the throne.
(Which one first, Red?) Jay smiled.