Corpse Soldiers were nearly as strong as Hobgoblins. Five of them at once would be a difficulty for any mercenary group. But for five Corpse Soldiers to have gathered in one place, that was the odd part. Corpse Soldiers were monsters made of humans. They were curses placed on the dead that had died with resentment. For all of them to have been cursed together, when the odds were usually so low, something significant must have happened.
"He did something," Vol said.
Harland looked to Vol in surprise, as if about to ask the reasoning behind that assertion. But he must have thought better of it. He must have connected the dots himself, for he was nodding.
"Princess, can you find out what it was that killed them?" Harland said. "He will run away from the question. He seems to know more than he is letting on."
"Ser Grakus, do you know how these men died?" Penelope asked.
