Sally
*The village, in which its name illuded the silver-haired elf, was hushed and eerily quiet as if a curtain of silence had been thrust upon the homes and building that encircled its heart. Sylvar himself found a slight sadness within it, though he'd expected much when there were rumours of the undead roaming around every corner. Though when he had agreed to the strange, handsomely haggard Oriate to do him a favour once in a bar where he was performing, he hadn't expected things to be this parlous. He himself, dressed in a caped, silver riding coat, accented with a golden button on one side, with his glowing eyes and spun hair, looked out of place in such a simple, but quaint village: he could feel that as much.*

***" Don't fret, Nimroc. "*** *He muttered to his quivering steed, stroking it gently, most likely sensing the corruption that hung in the atmosphere about them.* ***" I lack the spiritual strength to stay here for long. "*** *Though it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go, Sylvar acknowledged in masked dismay. His hometown exile was news that travelled far and meant that there weren't many places that hadn't heard about such a travesty, the burning high-elven gazes of disgust and disappointment following him everywhere he went in Salvainia.*

*In the slight distance, Sylvar could make out the faces of his employer, and a stranger he hadn't met before. Distaste swept through him. He who seldom enjoyed working with a group of people ~~because we all know what happened the last time he did~~, would have much rather taken care of the undead on his own, but alas that couldn't be the case.* ***" I assume our oriate friend was referring to me. "*** *He spoke with a carefully placed smile, after sliding with feline grace off his horse and nearing the conversing allies.* ***" Though you did not specify a third party member, Shigeru. "*** *The slightest raise of an eyebrow.*
Sharon
*Once the man drew close and started talking to them, Kibaru would place his mask on his face calmly. He looked at the third member and slightly bowed his head to greet him before sticking out his hand to greet him* "Okami" *He said as he introduced himself under his allies*
Thomas
"Yeah, well... It's better than us going it alone. You haven't seen these fuckers."

*Shigeru trudges on, two old wakizashis on his side. A strange weapon to own so far from Keguntan... After a little while of walking, Shigeru crouches down and beckons the two to near a rock. From the hiding location that Shigeru seems to have crafted, you can spot about 4 zombies. One Oriate zombie, the rest Macen.*

"Here's the first. This ain't where they're coming from, this is just to show you what it's like up close..."

*It... Isn't pleasant. Even from your current location, the smell of rotten flesh is apparent, and the appearance is even more hideous. The Oriate's various tails are hanging by mere tendons, and one or two have even completely fallen apart, leaving behind ragged remains of tail flesh. All of them have a glazed look, a blank expression on their faces.*