The tall Grenida ranger was similar to the one that rescued her earlier when she fled the Mist. Jia looked to him solemnly. "I know they are in there, what has become of them I do not know. From what Polonius told me...they will not be what they were." she swallowed hard.<br/><br/>The thought of seeing them again both frightened her and saddened her.  "They are not going to know me or that I have come to avenge them. I do this in memory of who they were. I would give them rest if I could. If...if you can...do not hesitate to put them down. Their spirits will thank you, and I will as well." she said softly.<br/><br/>The Priestess nodded as she overheard Jia. "It is my experience with the Undead. They do not know who they are anymore. They are mindless monsters with no thoughts but to ravage and kill. It will be a kindness to their spirits indeed."