He walked through the jungles, not noticing nor caring about the bugs that bothered his... 'fellow adventurers'... "Boss, ya sure we be goin' da rite waeh? Ah mean, Ah don' mind da natuah an' all dat, but da bugs be annoyin'!", a big troll shouted, walking last in the line of adventurers. "Yes! Remind me on why you two don't have to carry anything, boss", an orc grunted and pointed at a goblin that was chasing a butterfly. "He's carrying his own explosives, and my arm is out of order. Plus, I'm carrying my own bag", Death said and continued using his machete to chop through the jungle.