Elsa and Ludo


Hmm. Odd.

Perhaps the area had been so drained of necromantic power in the past night that it was much harder for an undead creature to remain "alive", so to speak.

<Meskhenet,> said Elsa softly, in Classical. <Nakht-Horeb is destroyed. Is there anything we can do to... end your curse of undeath? We have priests who can send your soul into an afterlife of peace and rest, though they serve no god of yours.>