"What do you mean? They like you?" Kralla scowled, as realisation dawned.
"Same way you like catnip probably." came the mumbled reply from fox.
"So, wait... You're like... Catnip for the undead!?"
"Yeah. Apparently I, and I'm quoting here... Shine."
Kralla buried her face in her palm. "Why that old bastard!" She growled. "He deliberately... Hang on. If you're undead-nip then why haven't we seen any until now? We're only a day, or so, away from the Oracle. Did Tamryn give you something? Cast a spell on you?"
"Oh, wait! He gave me this before we left. Maybe that's..?"