Lachdonon glanced back towards where the strange man had gone with his giant. He wasn't planning on following any order of the man. Even if he was being paid by him.

Shirt or no he needed to get it. Quickly going into his room, grabbing his scabbard and buckling the belt to his waist, he finally sheathed his sword. Then grabbing his tunic and his leather jacket, he started to pull them on as he followed the rest. (They had leather jackets back then...Just defiantly not like ours)

When they reached the cemetary They were suddenly attacked... he barely noticed the others fighting as his fist gripped one undeads head and ripped it off. grabbing the arm holding the ancient sword with it, he pulled it off as well, swinging it around by the forearm of the undead.

The entire time, he didn't pull his sword out, he either crushed heads with his bare hands, or crushed heads with other undead heads. He only received a small gash in his forearm from what he didn't know, but it didn't bother him a bit.

He dropped the arm holding the sword and said softly, "Hmph... fine time to stop drinking..." walking back towards Char's side, he listened to what the man said.

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