"We can't stay here." Announced Kralla, stepping away from the fox and the fetish he was brandishing.
Skaran looked up from Tellerick and the boy. "We can't move Master Tellerick yet. I can still feel the magic healing him."
"We have to Skaran. We need to keep moving now. Turns out young Barnabas here is a lighthouse for the undead. They stumbled across us this time, but now they'll probably start hunting us..."
"No! We have to move." She gathered up her sleeping roll and tied it to her pack. "We have to move as soon as possible."