The massive Faunamancer, while a force of chaos, pursued the most noble of causes. He sought to stave off calamity. His fashion-forwardness and impressive size as well as his strong personality allowed him to work a room. Years of exposure to the studies of the scholars who raised him gave him some perspective; having them yanked away and replaced with savages made him desperate. He would do what needed to be done to stave off something worse.
That was exactly what the skeleton needed. Everywhere he went, he felt nothing but burdened by his curse. He had searched for years, with little answers. He understood the terms: undead, can't die, everything sucks. He did not understand the reasons. So when he met the Faunamancer and heard about his mission, he knew the place he needed to be was by his side. In much the same sense, when Boris in turn met the skeleton, he saw a powerful curse the likes of which suggested the exact sort of power he sought. It was not a question. They needed each other.
It was an easy enough plan, more Boris' speed than Bones', but both agreed it was the way to go: make some noise. So, Boris in the lead, the two strut into the tavern like they owned the place. Eyes fell upon Boris immediately. He was conspicuous, both in appearance and in history.
"Afternoon, everyone," he said. The pair made their way past the tables, strolling to the notice board on the far wall. From beneath the big cloak, a skeletal arm extended. Mutters filled the air as the bony hand slapped a piece of parchment against the wall. The Faunamancer produced a rusty nail from his afro, holding it to the top of the page and mashing it into the wall with a strong thumb press. Then the two made their way over to an unoccupied table in the corner and took a seat, casually waving over the barmaid for some ale. Silence held the room hostage, for they had just witnessed a man use his own thumb to hammer a nail without fuss. It was clearly the strength of a god-hunter, for the wall-parchment read:
If you see something, tell it to the afro.
- The Faunamancer
OOC: Take this in absolutely any direction you feel like.