The temple knight followed near the rear of the group, to watch the backside for any enemies that may try to sneak a surprise attack. Though another reason for his chose of being in back was the fact that he was undead, a cursed man from lands far across the sea. Before even taking his leave from his homeland after becoming undead, he had never heard of the strange places in this vastly different land mass. He was an outcast, cast out of his home lands for what he had become and seek only retribution, some form of deed that may show that being undead did not mark the end of humanity in a soul. Yet to the others in the group, they knew little of where he came from and of his past.

The death in this land was quite horrifying but as a knight he had learned to feel numb to death and destruction, all he could do was hope those that had past here, had made it to whatever lies beyond life and that they were at peace. He carried few tokens to mark those that may needed them, a few medals with a blazing sun on them, along with a few pieces of what was called humanity. They served no use without a bonfire though, and he hoped they would find one soon. If only to rest for he was human not and had not been killed, at least not for quite some time.

He was lost in thought when he heard the hissing, he quickly took the shield off his back and grabbed his halberd and moved forward, shield raised and halberd extended outward to ward off the enemies. Of course it had to be skeletons, a form of necromancer or dark magic that brought them back. Though perhaps they would be lucky and these would go down with a few blows and not reanimate again or else they would have to seek out the necromancer before they could truly slay these abominations.