As for the situation of the Undead Empire, Negris knew it best. How could there be an Undead Empire when the Resting Camp had turned into such a shambles? Where on earth had this Golden Teeth sprung from?
"Your naming style is quite reminiscent of the Undead Empire. Who is your king?" Negris asked.
"Our king, Steadfast Locke, the Lord of Mourning, the Undead King! Tremble at his name, you foolish mortals!" The last remaining head of Golden Teeth roared from where it sat.
Everyone turned to look at Lisa, "This doesn't feel right. It feels more like the Church of Light."
Lisa nodded, "That was how I used to be."
"What should we do?" Someone asked.
"Let's treat it first, then we'll see where things go." Negris said.
