“Well, where next?” – Lena and Hauk were walking on the surface of the Upper Niben. “We have all day – Mr. Umbacano won’t be expecting us until tomorrow.” Lena surveyed the shores.

“There – that submerged ruin” – Hauk pointed East. “Culotte, I think.”

They entered. A foul stench greeted them.

“Ugh, zombies” – Hauk grimaced, readying his fire. “Best to burn them from a distance.”

Culotte was a crypt. Rows of sarcophagi filled a large hall, and that was it. Zombies were roaming between them.

“This isn’t what I’d call an adventure” – Lena turned to Hauk, wrinkling her nose.

“No, more like a civic duty” – Hauk nodded. “Come on – now that we are here, we ought to put them down. They will rise again of course, but still…”

It took several hours but eventually the crypt of Culotte was quiet once again. It was early evening when they stood outside inhaling deeply, trying to clear their lungs of the stench of decomposing flesh.

“We should spend the night in Bravil – we are out of provisions” – Lena pulled last two bottles of mead out of her pack. “Of course we have some food at Fort Grief, but it’s only what keeps…”

“Yeah, I could use a good meal” – Hauk nodded. They had to get ready for Nenalata tomorrow.

They were crossing the Niben when Hauk decided to do some fishing battlemage style.

“See – you don’t just get the fish, it comes seared already!” – he grinned.