Not in the least.

[ His tone is dry as he tosses back that retort, hands steady on his lance as he turns to face whatever's emerging next. ]

Unfortunately, I don't think they care. Rude of them. Don't they know I need my beauty sleep?

[ Which is ironic in its own way, because sleep has been scarce this week as it is, with the strange nightmares he's been having.

Not that the dead are giving him much time to dwell on that, when several can be seen clawing their way out of the earth around them. ]

Maybe we should talk to someone in town about making sure future corpses are buried in much more secure coffins...