Serkan only momentarily looked at the bones of the fallen warrior that had lied in the grass at his feet. He sighed and stepped around the grass, though for a while he kept a more careful watch on where he let his foot land. He saw Dasmira had begun to wander around, almost like she was looking for something lost in the high grass. He admitted her behavior was odd, but he wasn't wary of her and failed to notice Dasmira pocketing something every so often. Instead, he was looking ahead at Aveline, whose attention had fallen on the now-burning mage that had melted his way into the keep.

Serkan trudged through the grass towards her, leaning on a nearby pile of rocks. Aveline made a passing comment about how she didn't plan on waiting for the mage to try melting through the door. When she left, though, Serkan looked for a while longer at the Athinar; an odd thought crept into his head, the door the mage was attempting to melt did not seem to be giving, either the door was ridiculously thick, or something else was keeping it from being breached. Still, it didn't feel right to leave the mage or Arkadi there alone; Serkan called back to Aveline, "Right, you go on ahead. I'll see if I can't get those two to give up on that door and come with us."

Serkan had still not been paying any attention to Dasmira up until this point, at least, that was until he heard her suddenly whimper, expressing fear. At first, Serkan felt the urge to tell Dasmira off, to tell her if she wan't up to the task she should return to the keep. However, he looked down to the plain, cord wrap of his sword's handle, of the memento left to him by his former master. After a moment of thought about what his master would have said, he sighed, before looking to Dasmira, "If you're scared, then stay close to us. You may not know it, but we need your help as much as you need ours, okay?"

The half-elf lifted his helmet to reveal his face. He had realized that neither Dasmira nor himself had ever said their names during that long, mostly-quiet trek up towards the keep. He finally spoke, "By the way, I don't think I ever gave my name. I'm Serkan."

There was little chance for Dasmira to give any sort of response, as Serkan's long, pointed ears twitched at the sound of a hollow rattle. In the dead quiet of the courtyard, even the smallest of noises seemed to echo off the cracked, weathered walls of the keep. He hurriedly pulled his helmet back down, the latches clicking shut when he stepped back to witness an unearthly sight. Bones and pieces of armor started to float upwards, gathering to assemble into the figure of an undead knight. The racket of bones clanking against metal sounded all around them, as more of the creatures sprang to life.

Serkan turned to put his back towards Dasmira, dropping his bag of belongings and grasping the handle of his sword. The sword let out a metallic ringing as it was drawn from the sheath, the razor edge gleaming in the low, gray light that filtered through the gloomy cloudcover above. The nearest creature let out a low gurgling, clacking noise as its bony jaw trembled, hollow, dusty eye sockets fixed squarely upon Serkan. It was draped in plate armor that had become so rusted that in certain places the armor had completely corroded through, and clutched in its hands were a short, one-handed sword with a heavily chipped blade and a rounded shield with numerous dents marring its surface.

The creatures all seemed to be waiting, watching them for an opening, for the right opportunity to attack. That was when one of them let out a horrendous war-cry, a terrible, low growl of a roar that no human creature could ever make. The first monster to sound out a cry of war charged at Arkadi, but that was only the beginning. One of the other undead nearest Serkan also let loose an unworldly bellowing, a foul, screeching roar as it lunged forwards. Serkan quickly parried the sword blow to the side and shoved the monster with his shoulder to force it to step back. He shouted across the courtyard in an attempt to warn Arkadi of the incoming undead that had fixated upon him, "Hey! You there! Watch yourself!"