(Erm, he is no where near you two?)<br/>The undead would devour the town, and roam aimlessly within it. It was too easy, they were just normal dwarves after all. Thala'doe would make himself at home in the tavern, and enjoy some famous dwarven ale. With an almost satisfied smirk he looked at the shard he had. It was only a sliver of frostmourn but it held so many souls none the less. Such a hunger that blade had, and some of it was in his hand. A few dwarves might have escaped the chaos, but that was good. They would spread the word that the dead were coming for them.