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"You think he comes to the city, murders people and turns them to undead? This is horrible." Galanis proclaims.

(Did Glanis follow her outside as well as Liri then?)

[OOC] Apologies - I missed anyone going into the tent in the first place.
There are several tents set up in the courtyard of the villa. I had everyone just standing in in the courtyard. [/OOC]

(We'll leave it as they are in the Courtyard, makes more sense and fixes why Glanis heard it too.)

"Worse? How in the hell could it get any worse...?" Shaking her head she glances back at the man. "Some would just find Quintus, but.. This madness needs to stop, these people don't deserve to be treated so appallingly. They are people not cattle."

"I do not know where Quintus is getting his fodder," the man says to Galanis. "But I saw that collier in the village two weeks ago, bringing in a load of charcoal. He looked healthy enough. I doubt he just happened to die just in time for Quintus to raise him. Every walking corpse we've seen has been fresh."
To Angel the man says: "If Quintus were gone, this would end. And if anyone knew where Quintus was, they would have given him up by now. Tanulan had two scouts. He sent them out looking, and they didn't come back. I mean, they came back, but as walking corpses."

"Charcoal?" Galanis says, "Maybe he is in the mine? Can we track back the zombies to the charcoal mine?"

"Good thinking. That's where I'd look too.. " Angel muses quickly. "I'll think of it, in the morning."

Liri looks at Galanis and Angel, speechless. Then she swallows. "Charcoal is made from living wood, not dug out of the earth. How come you don't know?" she asks.

"Of course.. stupid." Angel curses her win stupidity, she was too focused on her own issues to think about something important, "The trail would lead to the woods, if Fraso does not need me any longer, I might just follow that trail." She muses, she hated feeling useless.

Galanis scratches his head "Hmm... When I said mine... Well I made a mistake. I meant where the charcoal is prepared..." Galanis corrects himself.

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(OOC: So... in all the computer games I played coal was mined. Sorry.. )

Ari looks at Galanis with surprise. Having been born underground and a smith besides he finds it utterly incomprehensible not to know the difference. Leaning close to Angel so the others won't overhear he asks, Is the boy... 'tetched? Y'know... he taps the side of his head as if checking for hollow spots.

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Coal and charcoal are different. Coal is mined, charcoal is at least partially burnt wood

[Ooc: Meant only about Galanis from a dwarven perspective, Bish. No malevolence meant ]

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(OOC: None taken.)

"No, he's quite normal, we are just on edge." Angel explains quietly.

"It has been a long day for everyone." The stranger looks at Egg before continuing. "Some more than others, it seems. You look like a day's march of bad road."
He moves out of the shadows, moving about with impressive facility for a man with one leg, and settles down on a crate. "Things will surely look different on the morrow," pause, puff, exhale, "but different could mean worse.
"Do you want my advice? Avoid that priest. He is grief waiting to happen to someone."

"Haro?" She asks folding her arms over her chest, "I can't in all good conscience allow this to happen any longer. If I am ordered to leave I shall. Otherwise I will look into this."