As she approached the stairs, a wavering in the air seemed to indicate something was about to happen. Suddenly, from the walls, spectral soldiers stepped forth, their ghostly bodies still bearing the wounds of whatever killed them in life. At the same time, a ghastly, and rather solid figure, dressed in worn, damaged platemail, emerged from the southern section of rooms, the undead creature's smoldering, hollow eyes focused on her.<br/><br/>Curiously, none of the dead seem to harbor any malevolence, and she'll note the ghosts beginning to fade away, all around them. Shalelu steps closer to Rimeera, bow ready, watching them warily, when the undead creature speaks. "Yooou... killed the deeemon. Weeee... aaaare... freeeeee..." it rasped. "Thank... yoooouuu...."<br/><br/>It lifted its boy arm, in a salute, before crumbling to dust, its armor and sword clattering to the ground, noisily.<br/><br/>(+1500 xp)