Through all the chaos and gore, Raes leaves the majority of the fighting to the others, watching for a time before she seems to wander off elsewhere on the makeshift battlefield. While nobody particularly noticed, she was waiting for the group upon the odd circumstance preceding the death...re-death of the Corpses, far cleaner than the others.<br/><br/>"No, I can assure you that their departure was no magic of mine...nor was it her doing." She points to the Valkyrie with a stiff finger, though her face is unreadable.  "That magic was none that I care to practice, and I assure you that if she were to attempt it, she'd be little more than a fallen angel.  It is necromancy at work, nothing more than that..."<br/><br/>Arlais sheathes the dagger after cleaning some of the blood from its blade, getting nice and cozy next to Hilde, prompting another piercing look from the "witch".<br/><br/>"So what are you saying, that someone slaughtered their own minions on purpose? What sense would that make, if they raised them in the first place? Maybe they got scared that they would be caught...? No, magic's already forbidden, so I doubt they'd care..."<br/><br/>As a response to the nearby village, Raes shook her head, turning to the south instead. "No, it's not a good idea. The townsfolk and guards will surely be upon us soon if we head back, unless you consider being imprisoned a good time...then, by all means... If we head due northwest, we should come across a stream, where we can rest for a time."<br/><br/>She makes her offer, a small breeze brushing through her hair.