Dearest Father, We bow to your power and understanding, but ask that healthier bodies are brought to us. The plague wastes the humans, and gnaws at the bones of the afflicted, making their reanimated bodies similarly weak; as skeletons, they topple and chatter their teeth in complaint. Although your purpose is great and the Ultimate Task is approaching, we ask, as one, that you send firmer flesh and sturdier bones for us to sculpt into an army for you. Praise be to Zamorak! Arch Necrolord.