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A little halfling, Samuel Greenrags, trotted along to the oven near the Troll's Bane shops before he heard a shriek, and noise. Quickly, he gathered all the items he could, and two shields that almost covered his whole body, and as always- cookies, and his pipe. He seemed to panic and look at the roof of the library, and trotted hurriedly towards the building, knocking one of the mummies out the window from inside. He nervously nibbles on food and seems to over-smoke his pipe. He is seen muttering:

"Oh! Why not Ranek warn me earlier?.. Hmph. I guess I go to Olaf or man on roof and go to Greenbriar.. But I don'no, what if people come in here with no food?" Scratching his head and checking his depot, he rushes over the barrels and checks the items. "Me stay for little bit, just to see if other people want to go to Greenbriar too. Or that elven island, ah-huh."

Making trips from Greenbriar, back to Tol Vanima, Achae stops at the harbor to look in her bag muttering to herself,

Where did I put that herb?

With hazel eyes becoming distracted in contemplation a frown gradually forms on her face as her feet now turn north.

I left it at the hospital in Trolls Bane.

Making quick progress, used to traveling this road freqently, her eyes shift left then right always searching for more herbs, she waves to the farmer before passing into the city using the east gate having stopped to see if any sunflower seeds were grown enough to harvest. Navigating past barrels and fires, Achae stops at the broken bridge and hefting her heavy bag securely on her shoulders prepares to jump yet momentarily glances up and gasps as eyes widen viewing the strange sight of two shields seemly floating towards her.

"Oh! Uh.. That human, or mummy?"

Samuel walked out of the library and gave the mummy a nudge before going to the figure near the hospital. To his surprise, he smiled and noticed it was a woman, who didn't seem to notice the zombies running around. He looked around before talking.



"Best go to library, or if you gonna go in hopsital, stay up! There mummies in streets, so uh.. they dangerous, yeh!" Sadly, as he finished the sentence he saw a group of mummies heading towards him from the workshops, and frowning, he took up the shields once again.

The Lizard known as Tak'Zel stands in the southern woods pokeing a demon skeleton with a pair of daggers he looks to the north and mummbles

For once I can stay uninvolved in this mas madness...unless a rotworm or something shows up...that could be fun...

The lizard suddenly sighs and walks north, a feeling of guilt inside him at the thought of leaving all his friends alone to deal with the madness