*Chane stood over the grave of a recently burried man in the town graveyard with a smile on his face. Another fell to his disease, and this pleased him. Although a healer had been brought in this evening, and he was at work with the others who had already been infected. If he was any good at what he did, then the healer would be able to take care of it. It was now time to reap the bounty of his work and move on before he was found out. The ground before him broke apart as a hand pushed forth, followed by the rest of the body as it dug free of the grave. This was happening in several of the other graves near him as all who recently died from Chane's disease were reborn into undeath.*