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Cedric hiked to the top of the hill. As he looked down towards the village, he took off his hat and scratched his head, making his hair even messier than it had been.
"Hey... it looks like there's been a battle here!" he said to himself. "I wonder what enemy they were fighting?"
Putting down his staff, he pulled a spyglass out of a pouch at his belt, and looked through it.
"Seems to be... giant spiders of some sort! And... some sort of humanoid... undead? I've got to get a closer look!"
He put away the spyglass, pulled the hat back onto his head, picked up his staff, and started down the hill towards the village, whistling as he went.

As Cedric reached the village, he bent to get a closer look at some of the dead creatures on the ground. He picked up a notebook and pencil which were hanging by a cord from his belt, flicked to a blank page, and started making notes and sketches.
"Looks almost human... but where the arm is severed, the flesh seems to have been already dead... yep, definitely an undead of some sort..."
Then he heard a voice other than his own... something about weapons and hot metal? Looking down the street, he saw a couple of people talking in the middle of the road.
"Maybe they know what's happened here... Hello! You two!"
He set off towards them.

Cedric caught up with the others and walked with them.
"What's happened here, do you know? What are those creatures, and who killed them? Are there any still roaming around? Who are you, soldiers or something? What are you looking for? Why do you say it's not safe? Wh..."
Cedric paused as he noticed the expression on the lady's face.
"Uh, sorry, I get a bit carried away sometimes. Let me introduce myself. I'm Cedric Hightower, student of Damoren University."
He tipped his hat politely.
"I'm researching the creatures of Twilight."


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"I'm Acarian Hawk, and this is Jack er...sorry I didn't catch your last name." she awkwardly said. Acarian blinked, the facts suddenly hit her. "Great Mithros! The smelt...it shouldn't still be running after a week of seige, unless the blacksmithes found some way to defend themselves. The more the reason to go there quickly so we can find out, come on!" She started sprinting towards the smell of molten metal, occasionally jumping over undead bodies.

Cedric hurried to keep up with the others.

"So Jack, you think we'll find something interesting at the blacksmith's?"
His eyes lit up with the lust for knowledge.

"What creatures have you found here so far, only undead humanoids and spiders? It seems you've found them easy enough to kill... except they're kind of dead to begin with... kill again? re-kill? need to come up with better terminology..." His words trailed off as he muttered to himself.
"uh, yeah, so apart from weapons, they're vulnerable to white magic. If you have a priest around, they should be a big help."

Pulling out a flat metal sheet from the large stone oven he placed it atop four stone blocks that where set atop a table to allow the loafs of bread to cool. Pulling the mitt he used from the hot metal he turned looking to the wolf that had taken up a spot in one of the corners and was watching him. “…….. I take it you never seen someone bake bread or lest that of a lancer bake.” He then turned from the wolf hearing the door that went out into the ally way rattle slightly the wolfs ears raising straight up. As the door rattled a little more the wolf gave a faint growl as its displeasure of what was on the other side of the door. So taking up the his lance he moved to the door and turned so to place his right side to the door as it would swing in on the left when opened. Sliding his right foot forward he braced himself in place with his left then slowly pulled the door open using his right foot and hand to hold it in place. Now with the door slightly jarred open he looked through to see what causing all the noise. Standing there upon the other side of the door a undead had started to lift its arms once more getting ready to slam them down against the door but it was cut down with a swift jab of the lance to the neck the blade cutting right through and out the back of the neck. Drawing the lance back with a quick jerk the body dropped to the ground and the door closed. “Damn undead really do hate those things.” Making sure the door was once more barred tightly shut he leaned the lance once more against the wall before going over to the table and pulling a chuck off bread off one of the loafs which he then broke in half keeping one off half for himself the other he throws over to the wolf. “I know it’s not meat but its better then nothing.”

"Hellz Ya!" He said with a his ever constant smile. "You gonna be okay with just that stick of yours? Or can you do something with it besides simply swinging it wildly around, hoping to hit something?" After he was finished talking, He decapitated two of the undead surrounding the Smelt. He didn't know if there were survivors in the shop, if some of the smarter forms of undead had created their own forge from the smelt's remains, or perhaps the undead were sent to find something that was kept in the area. But no matter what the reason, no one could dispute the fact that there was a lot of freakin' zombies around this place.