Episode Three: The Spectral Faults
Darius places his hand over his face and wipes. "Less effect on you, yes, but an effect none the less. That kind of magic is of a similar strain as the summoning circle you all dispelled earlier. Unless you feel like plunging your sword in to your own gut and praying, I highly suggest you get back to the kitchens and scrub your hands with salt, as well as anything, and I mean anything else he may have touched. That kind of magic behaves like a disease, and can pass on various ill effects simply by touching second hand. I'm not trying to be rude, but this man is to be treated like the most extreme of lepers until we can get him the proper care. We'll have to get you looked at as well, just for good measure. The foul taint of Bleeding Palm necromancy transcends that of what you'd find in textbooks. This is no exception, and I'll preemptively implore you to trust my judgement on this one. The rest of you, gather what you can and let's get out of here. Krem and Rebort should have a burial site ready within the hour or so, and would much appreciate help with getting all the bits and pieces underground before we find ourselves without light".
Outside the distant roll of thunder can be heard. The seasons are slipping from late Summer to Autumn, and already crisp and cool air currents descend in the evening and linger until morning. The sun is on its last few hours of light.