Who Taught the Skeleton to Be Polite!

The city gate guard stared at the ragged young man in front of him and remained silent for a long time.  "Name?" A slender white bone hand took off the broken top hat, put one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.  "Gul'dan von Gentleman, a law-abiding mage." "Race?" "Gentleman." "I asked you if you are an undead!" "Sir," Gu Erdan adjusted his rusty monocle, "It is very rude to ask about other people's death status."