The Necromancer is chained up in gaol but is giving nothing away. All that the Crusaders have been able to glean from him is that there is an undead plague spreading across the Lost Coast, and Sandpoint is in its way.
“We need to know more about these undead,” says Seelah, “if we are to prepare for an attack.”
“Leave me alone with him for a minute,” says Amiri.
“That is not the way we do things,” says Seelah, frowning.
Lini sighs. “It seems we are left with legwork,” she says, “We shall need to scout outside the town.” Her tiger perks up at the thought of a trek.
At that moment, Sajan runs up carrying a small girl crying in his arms. He sets the child down and gestures for her to speak.
“Walky stick-men took my mommy!” she wails. “I want my mommy!”
The others look at Sajan. He stands upright, sticks his arms out sideways then flops his head to one side.
“Scarecrows?!” says Seelah.
They gaze out across the surrounding farmlands. The faint sound of cawing can be heard…