'Chisel, if the wounded stay behind they are no match for hordes of Undead by theirselves. I say we either all move or all stay. 'Tis not my choice; you are the leader, you decide.'

Nasas looks around for any sign of Undead, trying to smell rotting flesh and bone. He neither sees nor smells anything.




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~Nasas et Rhezz

DC: Nasas

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