Elsewhere.
In a valley southeast of the Life-taker's bandit camp.
A middle-aged man dressed in leather armor, a longbow slung over his shoulder and a dagger tucked at his waist, swiftly enters the dark valley.
After passing the hidden sentry, he stands before a cave and quietly calls out, "My lord!".
"What new information do you have?" A female voice echoes from within the cave.
The tone is crisp, indicating that the woman is evidently young.
"My lord, as night fell, those guys' camp was attacked by the undead. It's total chaos there now," the middle-aged man reports quietly.
"The undead? Where did so many of them come from in this area?" The woman's voice is full of astonishment.
She doesn't doubt her subordinate.
She just finds it unusual since her territory is right here and she has never heard or seen anything about the presence of the undead.
The word 'undead' is something she came across in a conversation with others.
