The man’s voice carried through the hall “Who puts a glass door in a dungeon?”
The skeletal figure chuckled, his armor rattling over his fleshless form. The shadow hovering behind him shifted slightly, it’s scarlet eyes squinting.
“They’ve reached the door. Harass them. Drive them onward. Do not let yourself be engaged.”
The shadow bowed as the sound of breaking glass echoed up. The silence was finally broken by an insincere “Oops.”
The skeleton sighed. “Every time… It wasn't even locked.” It looked at the shadow again. “Go.”