[Crimson]

"Experiments?", the captain repeated in the same manner the previous guards had, "undead repellant?" He raised an eyebrow but did not seem at all displeased. Curious now perhaps but not immediately annoyed -- at least, Theying couldn't tell.

"Well, you say you are a Master Herbalist?", Moran continued, "well, sir, if you could develop such a formula I would know several people who'd invest in such a product." He nodded, seemingly pleased. "As for experimenting in times of danger, I would advice you not to do so ... but if you want, I cannot stop you. Just don't get in the way of my men."

"Sergeant", Moran told the spearman next to him, "see that our Herbalist friend finds some undead to repel." He smirked, grimly, then nodded before briskly walking away.

"You sure that stuff works?", the sergeant asked while he escorted Theying back outside the command tent, "my squad leaves in two candlemarks ... so if you can wait til then ... you can come with us. Gods, we need all the help we can get. Undead are everywhere these past few darkenings. Some of them don't die easy, too ..."