"Well?" Dreth asked.
Tybalt looked up from where he was kneeling, next to the prone body of Adel, and shook his head. "Dead," he said. "A lucky shot by some sort of magic bolt. She must have been caught by surprise, otherwise her wards would have blocked the attack. They didn't appear to be very good."
"Damn. There goes my information." Dreth frowned.
Tybalt sighed and stood up. "And there goes a good friend of mine." He looked wistful for a moment. "Ah well, she had a good run."
"Look what we found!"
They looked over to where the zombies were emerging from the undergrowth. They were carrying a struggling shape between them, Sprat being half dragged behind. "It's so fresh it's still wriggling!" exclaimed Percy happily.
The undead staggered over to them and dumped the form on the floor, where it protested loudly.
