When she realized the man wasn't going to attack her, Calypsa relaxed her grip on the axe just slightly. She didn't like undead. They smelled of death and decay, and it repulsed her.<br/><br/><strong>"There was a fight. I come to help."</strong>She sniffed the air subtly as she spoke, searching for something. When the wind told her what she wanted to know, she shivered with anticipation. Calypsa stared at the guard, waiting to pass, occasionally glancing nervously at the zombies.