[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] By the Cave
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Everyone in hearing range!!![/center]


 [color=bc8dbf]“COME ON!! WAKE UP!”[/color] The witch was still shouting as she dashed for her bags. This was bad... This was really bad! The undead appeared in the worst of time, it seemed like everyone including the orcs weren't prepared for these... pests...bane... Satilla couldn't find a proper negative word good enough for this situation and the existence that the undead represented upon this world. 

 Without losing any more time, she grabbed her bag by it's strap and put I on, cause she was pretty sure leaving all the potions and other breakable things on the group would surely lead to them getting broken by someone stepping/ falling on them. She also pulled her trusty wooden pole/staff. It was not enchanted or magical in any way. It was and still is just regular wood, while she doubted it's effect on undead it was at the best she had. 
 
 As the undead approached closer and closer she could make out more and more, what she realized wasn't something she liked.[color=bc8dbf]” Ohh we are so screwed up...”[/color] She said to herself and shook her head.[color=bc8dbf]” WAKE UP DAMMIT!”[/color] She continued to shout as loud as her throat would allow. She was pretty sure she'd lose her voice for a while after this...