"No one has ever caught that funeral guy. No one below it in ranks anyway. If we leave the boy, then he'll just rot there."
"And the girl!" the old woman growled. Her wings beat faster as she stared sharply down. "Do you want me to tear the village down? That's one way to do it."
The faceless man shook his head. "You'll kill the boy that way. He can't survive if you attack. Let's watch him do what he can, and then I will stop that funeral guy."
Below, Riven was thinking about what to do, and the first thing he knew not to do was chase the funeral undead. It would be useless since he knew he couldn't catch him, so why waste the little energy he had?
Instead, he sat down in a lotus position and took a deep breath. He focused on the undead, both the funeral undead and those inside, and he felt the aura surrounding them.
