Well it so happens that the gibbering corpse-puppet in question is...
- Incredibly racially prejudiced against someone in your party on account of whether their earlobes are attached or not, a form of discrimination quite widespread thousands of years ago
- consumed by an unholy hunger for flesh/blood/cock/souls/delicious babies which supersedes any desire for rational discourse
- a Skeleton War recruiter agent, needs to free your skeleton and draft it into the Skeleton War
- covetous of your treasure, just like you want theirs
- terrified of the undead it keeps hearing so much about. Has mistaken you for this alleged undead menace in dim dungeon lighting.
- an eternal nemesis of one of your great-ancestors, whom you superficially resemble
- grinding for
XPsouls tolevel uptranscend into a higher form of undead - enraged that you've violated the NAP by trespassing on their property
- bumbling minion of unrelated, possibly already deceased necromancer
- lonely, wants friends, believes you will rise from the dead as friendly spawn once slain
- trying to make sure there are no witnesses to its unspeakable crimes
- possessed by the spirit of an enthusiastic but clumsy puppy trying to be affectionate
- possessed by the spirit of a territorial and generally unpleasant ancient animal
- a fanatic who wishes to send you to heaven before your sinful adventuring ways ensure you are hell-bound
- blind as a bat and deaf as a post, and under the impression they're still fighting in an ancient war
- sick of living in a shrivelly old corpse and wants to move into yours
- only able to derive intellectual satisfaction from high-stakes tactical problem-solving on account of lacking the pleasures of the flesh
- wishing for true death, but not wanting to die at the hands of anyone who isn't badass enough to defeat them in pitched battle
- just trying to scare people off from the real terrors deeper in the dungeon/wilderness
- double the asshole they were in life, and they were assholes back then too
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