The girl at the door was stunning. Tall, olive skin, green eyes and long black hair with a curl. She looked me up and down and smiled. I couldn't help...but notice the pink lace trim bordering her swollen olive cleavage, which peered beneath her black wrap-around dress. I felt myself blush. I felt dizzy and strange. Without speaking, she lead me into the shop, which was empty. She gestured to the small racks of silk and satin, watching me in silence. I noticed my hands were shaking as I picked up. My most stunning discovery was that both of my squires had been torn to pieces by a sudden and unexpected reversal of direction by the Infidels use of mounted fighters. These horsemen broke out of our trap of some degree of ingenuity squeezing the foot fighters between our forces and the cliffs of the shoreline with an empty sea as the only witness.I set off in immediate pursuit of the escapees with a force some three dozen mounted knights and paid mercenaries from other places. It seemed. "Well, it's done. It's not like we've had a lot ofpractice at this." She took another bite.Quartz leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. "That's theproblem. All we're doing is reacting. We're never going to get out fromunder this if all we do is run."Jet sighed. "So we go to the Edgewater and pay a visit to Nora then?"Quartz heaved herself sitting and stared at her food. "Yeah. I guess wehave to. I wanted to avoid bringing more people in on this but..."Jet sighed. "...But we. Unfortunately for the diener who was working that day the man who returned from the grave also came back with a deep hunger. Lumbering over the man the undead ghoul leaned over and ripped out a large chunk of flesh and muscle right from his neck, then it went for his assistant. The miracle of the dead return immediately showed to be much more of a curse.Rapidly stories of similar events started to dot the country, hospitals, funeral homes, even prisons, all began to tell terrifying reports of.