He came awake with a suddenness that would have been more appropriate if they had been under attack again, and did a quick check of Meridia. He rolled his shoulders, and released the magical flow, before quietly stepping out of the room. He carefully shut the door, and forced a long, relieved sigh, before heading to find the diplomats. He needed to know what the three of them were planning to do, as he was in favor of pulling out, and calling this a wash. It had clearly been a trap, specifically for the diplomats, and only his unorthodox tactics and ability to rather quickly and decisively behead undead hordes had kept this from turning into a catastrophe so far. And he wasn't sure his luck was gonna hold for another wave. He was more subtle than that, merely pointing out that he felt that they had dealt with most if not all the individuals in both armies, and that they were all undead was odd, but not something that they needed to deal with. This was a job now a job for himself, and likely a couple other warriors from the Court, in case they had another army of undead.