<div class="floatright">(http://i35.tinypic.com/5k2a90.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> With the last of the bodies piled into the fire Jo sighed wiping her brow with the back of her gloved hand. She looked at the others in turn and shrugged, <strong>"Tacking this kind of foe might be hard...it could be more than a simple Cleric...possible that its another undead using the lesser of its kind as lackies or a Necromancer taking advantage of the fears of the war with the undead to steal...those are the best case scenarios." </strong><br/><br/>She paused for a moment and then thought, <strong>"It could be a Necromancer or Black Guard with the undead army...what's in those boxes will clue us in on what's more likely." </strong><br/><br/>The crates the skeletons carried were not easily pried open, but when they were there was a shocking revelation inside, the boxes were loaded with rocks that were covered by cotton wads. The crates bore the symbol of Pelor and a stamp with the same word in Common, Elvan and Dwarven--"VACCINE".<br/></span><br/>