The burly shepard glowered at the undead, taking care to stay in front of Zayirii, but where his Arindalise could easily step behind him ‘til she had her swords out and ready if she needed too as well.<br/><br/>For an instant, his fingers flickered towards a pouch of rose petals, but how did one put the dead to sleep?  No, better to save his spell for when he was sure it could do some good.  The priest of Mystra was already unleashing as much of the goddess’s righteous wrath as he could safely channel.  Drawing a dagger, the shepard paused ‘til he could see which of the undead would flee before the display of righteous might, then lobbed that knife, then another, at an undead who did not.<br/><br/>Attacks not adjusted for range:<br/>Throw 1 hits AC 7 for 1 damage.<br/>Throw 2 hits AC 2 for 1 damage.<br/>