[Theying]

The Chateau cut a particularly creepy image in the twilight, but that would be his best (and possibly only) chance to come up against some undead foes. Besides, it was still possible (but extremely unlikely) that the vitriolic hatred for the undead that the Dog Rose had would also extend to the Vampire. It was... uncommfortable... to contemplate, but Theying had time to think.

He then came across a rather unexpected encampment, which was somewhat upsetting. It meant something big was happening, and also made it more likely that whatever defenses were present would be quite active. This meant that if there were undead they would be out in force (good thing) but so would the vampires and other defenders (bad thing). He was walking and still considering his next move when the rider intercepted him, when the lookout bade him to halt the skilled tradesman complied.

"I am sorry to say that I am not he," the relatively short human responded. "I suppose could bind wounds and set bones, but I must confess that such things should be left to those who have more of an interest than I. Truth be told, I am herbalist by trade. In fact, I do happen to have completed an experiment of mine. All I need is to find some zombies or skeletons or some such to see which, if any, formula for undead repellant actually works."