He left to find the undead with haste that would have been more in line with fleeing a horde of necromancers, rather than a merely unamused gold dragoness. Upon finding the undead had merely been buried, rather than burned as he had suggested, he sighed, before rubbing his forehead. "Alright, but that much undead flesh can still be used again for mass in other, more powerful undead."<br/><br/>He considered the issue, before finding a reluctant compromise. "Is there a local priest who can bless the grave and use holy water on it? That should undo the desecration, and might prevent them from being used again."<br/><br/>Once he had that set up, and the local priest had promised to bless the site, he squared his shoulders, and headed back to the inn. He intended to get a real meal, and then deal with Meridia. He also got two extra rooms, one for each dragon, and then headed upstairs to get the lecture started.