"Feh," the elf said, raising her pistol from aiming at the creature. "Have it your way."<br/><br/>"Of course," Akiros said, nodding. Ever since the fall of the Stag Lord, he'd been far more controlled and calm, though he still seethes with anger beneath the surface, especially evident when he cuts loose in battle. But for now, he was a level-headed and responsible leader.<br/><br/>There was a little grumbling from the others, at his action, but they obeyed. When he returned with the Stag Lord's mostly-mummified body, the river was quiet, with no sign of the undead man.