Her crew was happy, Flawless Thunder of the West was happy, everyone that mattered was happy.  Once the spell is completed, and she had hauled herself up onto her ship soaking wet and blazing with the might of the Dawn, she decided to go and have a seat and begin the recover, or rather, to wait for  her anima to rescind.<br/><br/>"Well... the undead were apparently hunting Lintha; that was the other ship down there.  They were damn good at it too for that matter." she told her eyes with a grin, before it faded and her brow furrowed "Something of great power - of sorcery or necromancy far superior to my own - cast that spell as a last-ditch effort, which we just saw the effects of.  It was dragging everything into the Underworld, so it must have been a Deathknight... that is not good... but at least they are gone now, and that crew of Lintha are dead and gone.  We'll have to deal with it when they come back... and something tells me they will be back... for now, let us head home; we may be able to make it before nightfall if we hurry."<br/><br/>And home it was time to go to...