My teeth chittered as Robert stunned the zombies ahead, pulling out rapidly and turning his back on them. I raised an eyebrow as I bit my tongue, watching his silent apprehension as he walked away. It was certainly smart not to pull us into a fight and focus on the bigger picture, namely to report out findings and possibly get a reward out of it. While the figures ahead shambled and leered at random objects with their useless eyes, I scrambled ahead to Robert and kept my distance, sheathing my warm knives without a word. I didn't particularly care whichever decision he took, but I certainly wasn't going to call him out for either decision. Some like our resident orc and princess seemed to take offense, while others were more keen on just getting out of that decaying hell.

We retraced our steps through the forest, untouched as of yet by the corruption behind us as we stepped forth, a hint of burnt wood in the air from our earlier encounter. It wasn't pleasant, but I was much more annoyed with the princess' incomprehensible whining, a twitch in my eye as she closed in on us and screeched at eardrums. I was tempted to slash at her with my claws, not that it would likely do anything but change the topic to... I don't know, the theory of pain as opposed to zombie hunting?