|Michael Lyons 953|
Duraz listens to Singol and conveniently leaves out that he was never a great learner or scholar of the faith. Yet he did study some bits and pieces that seemed more interesting to him. "I have some knowledge about the faiths and the undead. You've seen they fear a god as powerful as the Stormlord.", he said reminding the halfling of the wraith they had encountered the day before.
"It seems an illusion was planted in your mind, my friend. Something to scare you, maybe. It is customary to try to scare grave robbers, which I find a good idea. But let this give you strength, small one. You can officially say you've encountered an undead king and survived to tell the tale.", Duraz says with kind eyes.
He starts thinking, however. What could this creature be? Was it dangerous? He waited to see Kathe's reaction.
"I remember that spirit you drove back." Singol shudders. "There was a dead ratfolk down there, with a sack next to its body. I don't know how it died."
[b]"I didn't notice any other undead down there. No other bodies. One room, no doorways that I can recall. There might have been more in the shadows. Bodies that is."