Minor Set-Back

"Alright," Vyle started. "I spoke with Victor…"

"What, tha' dark elf bloke?"

"Yeah, him. He arranged for us a crew. Ol' Iggy supplied us with a ship. Now, all I need is the details from ol' Lucan."

"Well, off ya go then."

One Hour Later

Vyle approached the floating fortress of the Overlord and was transported up. He walked the long corridors until reaching the Overlords door. He placed his fist upon the door, preparing to knock when it opened. An imposing Kerra walked out of the room and past Vyle, giving him a nasty glare. Vyle took this opportunity to pass through the doors before they closed.

"Ah, Vyle. My reptilian friend. How goes it?"

"Fine, Lucan. I have a ship an' crew and am ready to depart. Just tell me what I need to do."

"Well, then. Straight to business. The shores of the Commonlands are being pillaged and invaded by a group of brigands and smugglers. I want you to rid my land of them."

"Well, if that is all you need me to do, then consider it done. No one, man or monster can stand against me, let alone a whole crew of cutthroats backing me up."

"Now that you mention it, I have one more small favor to ask you before you depart."

"An' that would be?"

"I just received word of skirmishes breaking out in the Graveyard. The undead are not hesitating to attack anyone living. Whether it is a guard or an adventurer, they are slaughtered unmercifully by the unloving scourges. I want you to see what the cuase of all this is. If you are as strong and brave as you say you are, then this should be no problem for you."

"Fine!" Vyle snapped. He tramped out of the room and made his way to the Graveyard, after picking up Smash that is.