With a very good bluff.

Your mind races as you try to think of a way to take advantage of this new interest in yourself, while not making up lies that will be used against you. You couldn't tell her the truth, because that was a total let down. You had just been stuck in a cave for the whole time, you had no interesting stories to tell of your own.

As you lament your lack of ability to answer, you realize something. You can't exactly answer anyway. You internally cheer as you realize you have the perfect excuse. For the first time you can remember, your inability to speak would come to your aid.

As she stares at you expectantly, you slowly move one arm to point towards your mouth, and then gesture to your lack of a throat.

She doesn't seem to understand you at first. In a humiliating moment, you start to open and close your jaw, pretending to talk like a puppet. It seems this is at last enough do get her to realize your point, as she let you go and sat up, straddling you.

She scratches the bottom of her muzzle in thought, "Ah, right, you can't really speak as a skeleton, can you?" You shake your head, though you assume the question was rhetorical. While she thinks, you take the chance to admire how it feels to have her on top of you like this, as well as the view. You once again curse the gods for making it impossible for a skeleton to "bone".

She at last looks back to you confused, "But you were writing in the sand before, couldn't you just do that?" You begin to panic, lacking a reason you can't write it in the sand. Thankfully, she stops herself from that avenue, "No, wait. I doubt you could just write down a whole world event in some sand, it would do it a disservice..."

You relax as you dodge a bullet, her now seemingly convinced you have no means of communicating your lack of an interesting history. She let out an annoyed sigh before looking around at tall the murals, then back to you.

She squinted at you, "I wonder... My people used to tell old stories about a long-lost throne of a great king in the sands, I wonder if you have anything to do with it..." You shrug, not knowing anything about that story yourself.

You like the idea of you having been some great king in your "life", however part of you feels that was wrong. For some reason, you always had this reoccurring feeling that unlike the others, you never had a "life". You were just always a skeleton, and somehow came to be from nothing.

The idea gave you a strange mixture of dread and pride/hope. You felt dread as it meant you had never truly been alive, that you had never "lived", or experienced the supposed wonders of life. On the other hand, it also means that you are in some way special. Even undead summons had to have been at some point alive, so if you had never lived, it means that there is something about you that no other creature has.

Your reminiscing is cut short as Sahara gets up, much to your displeasure. She lets out a large sigh before walking back over to the murals, "So, based on what I have watched you do, it seems like you want to know about these murals as much as I do, huh?" You nod, it is the truth, after all.

She then seems to get lost in thought, staring off into space while chewing on one of her claws. You take this moment to think through your options again. You decide that whatever is in the north is something you are not yet ready for. To your surprise, the voice that had previously been stressing its value agrees with this, hammering that in.

Following this, you don't really have the strength to reach the capital, let alone do anything there. As an undead, your best option would be to attack the or something, which you absolutely could not do as a lone level 5. Plus, you probably would not reach it in the first place.

At last, you were **** to settle on going to deal with the goblins. They were weak enough for you to theoretically kill, and you could perhaps milk some fame from them. At the very least, it was an interaction you would be very likely to survive.

You feel slightly bad for disqualifying Sahara's people without considering it, but it is probably for the best anyway. You highly doubt that anything you need to do right now is going to be peaceful, so it is probably better to not visit the family of a potential ally.

With your decision made, you walk over to Sahara to catch her attention. After enthusiastically waving your hand in her face for a few seconds, she at last comes back from her space out and snaps to look at you.

She stutters as she comes back to, "Ah, um, sorry. What is it you need?" You point at yourself, then out the door. She looks at you confused, "You are... leaving?" You nod. "Why would you leave? don't you need to work more on the murals?"

You give an emphasized sighing gesture. You point to yourself, then upwards, hoping that she gets the message. When she just stares at you confused, you pause for a moment to think about how to communicate this. You then do a flexing position, and then use your other arm to try and display your arm getting bigger.

She seems to understand this after a moment, "Oh, you need to get stronger?" You nod, and then place your hands behind your head to try and form the long, thin ears that goblins are supposed to have. "You are... going to the goblins?" You nod again, happy that she was able to understand you two times in a row.

She looks down at the ground for a moment before speaking to you again, "I know you need to get stronger, but shouldn't our first priority be the mural?" You find it interesting that she is referring to it as 'our' priority, probably a good sign.

You think for a moment before you have an idea. You point to yourself, then up, then hold up all ten fingers, and lastly perform a talking motion. It takes a few repeated attempts, but you couldn't think of a better way of quickly communicating your idea.

She at last gets it after an embarrassing number of wrong guesses, "Ah, when you reach level ten, you may be able to talk?" You enthusiastically give her two thumbs up and throw your head up and down, happy she at last got it after what felt like ten minutes at least of guesses.

She lets out a sigh as she nods, "Yeah, I do suppose that would be worth it..." She seems almost disappointed, though you can't exactly tell why. You point at her, and then to the ground, "Yeah yeah, I am not going anywhere, don't worry."

You point to your eye sockets and then at her, before looking over to the scarab. You give it a thumbs up for doing a good job, collect the sand it has stockpiled so far, and leave it to continue excavating the deeper parts of the room.

At last, you approached your doorway, about to leave your cave (intentionally, you don't count when you got kicked out) for the first time in a very long time. Thinking back, it may have been a year at this point, you had near no idea what the outside was like.

Like a courageous explorer of old, you stepped forth into the great unknown. The horrible, sandy, gritty jointed great unknown.