(OOC my apologies been ill and in bed past few days.)
Lloyd chants softly and gives the most wounded member of the party
7 hp. Looks around snaps his fingers and your skins feels scrubbed clean.
"Open wounds and fighting undead, very nasty indeed."
Lloyd looks at the mess and speaks softly with a smile "Either our sense of timing is ... suspicious and we just happened to trip across a site of a moments before performed massacre or we are dealing with a mentally ill wizard who wanted us to see his ooh so shocking handywork. The first option implies Destiny and we are all doomed, I think I much prefer the wizard to be one cantrip short of a spellbook and thus merely sad, deluded and predictable. Evil my friends is better dressed and welcoming , this is merely ...wretched...
Unless of course there IS a reason as to why a not very clever amateur, possibly even retarded cack handed necromancer should be hunting us......