Having finally triumphed over the slime-filled corpse, Gune felt exhausted. He knew there were undead in Mirkland, but he'd assumed it would be your typical skeletal thrall or zombie walker, maybe a few ghouls. He hadn't expected anything like what they had just encountered was hoping desperately that this wasn't a foreshadowing of things to come.
He also hoped his mean, gibbering book would be quiet for the rest of the trip. He knew better though. That damned book does whatever it pleases.

[color=82ca9d]"Chieftain's orders! We go to outpost now! Slow-feet will be cut off!"[/color] He cried emphatically, trying to maintain his air of authority.