Devaguea shook his head. "What little I know of undead are there are two real types. Those made by magic, and by events. The events tend to keep coming back until they deal with whatever caused them, while the magic ones can be blown open. From what I have been told, this is an event undead."<br/><br/>He frowned at the knowledge of the body, before shrugging. "So carrying dinner again. Hardly the worst thing I have ever had to move around. At least it won't be thrashing."<br/><br/>He gave himself a good shake, ignoring the looks everyone was giving him. "Akiros, keep the group on task, I should catch up in a few days."<br/><br/>Once everyone had their orders, he headed back to town to get the corpse, and then return to the river to dump it in, not particularly concerned about what others thought of the action.