[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
The zombies, as Ysran predicted, took a defensive position surrounding Ysran and Thiara, insulating them from the axe-wielding warrior, though now he was disarmed, there seemed little reason. Caractacus followed after, stopping halfway between the burning treeline to watch with a clear view without putting himself in danger. The warrior was on his feet already, armed, this time with a smaller hand-axe. Still enough to split a skull. Caractacus could only half hear the warrior as he shouted to Ysran. Something about the Dark Lord, and an elf.

Ysran called Caractacus over, saying there had been a misunderstanding. What a surprise. He could only assume that one or more of the people present were assumed to be servants of the dark lord. He sighed, and called his zombies back with a quick command. They shuffled out of the way for him while he approached. [color=dimgray]"Ysran, th-this man was trying to kill you and the witch here. Might I assume it was because you th-thought he served the Dark Lord, or that he thought the same of us?"[/color]