[b]The Corpse[/b]
Oscar was perfectly still as he awaited the inevitable. Swords, torches, roaring and blood. One of them, the shirtless one, had already reacted to his presence, springing back in fright. He did not want to kill them. 

Then, something unexpected happened. A frail, light voice came from somewhere... a greeting? And one of the ones he hadn't been able to see clearly ran over to him, and held out an empty hand. The corpse peered at him... it was too dark for him to see clearly, but, it came to him soon enough. "Dead... like me."

A memory slithered through his foggy brain. The hand meant something... he was supposed to do something with it? Limply, Oscar jerked his arm forward and slapped the other undead's palm with his. Close enough. 

Someone new arrived, and everyone else was talking. Two of the humans left in a huff, obviously displeased with the newcomers. The voice came from somewhere again, even as the other dead one left. Oscar let his head loll back and replied in no particular directing.

"Awakened? I have been dead... I do not know." He wracked his decayed brain, trying to find the right words for time. "Years, now. More than one? A long time, I have been walking." Oscar twitched, his whole body convulsing, but carried on impassively. "May I stay here? Out of the..." what was the word? "Rain?"

														[b]The Thief[/b]
Tobias stepped away from Fiona as they whole party proceeded to not erupt in a flurry of zombie-slaying, coughing quietly. "Eh-heh... anyway," He said, patting the girl's shoulder absent-mindedly.

The rogue was uncharacteristically quiet as the scene unfolded. Someone new showed up with a funny sword, Derrix and Sana threw a hissy-fit about the food and stormed off, Shela the dwarf took it all with enviable good cheer, and Fiona was trying to explain their situation.

"Well," he said, clapping his hands as the scene was winding down. "Those two just don't know how to have any fun at all." The thief sat next to the fire, eyeing the zombie spasming in the corner of his vision. Everyone else may be content to have it in the camp, but Tobias wasn't. "I'd stay on Sana's good side, though. Much easier said than done, I know, but she's got a temper on her." He chuckled slightly, procuring a bit of stale bread from his pack and gnawing on it. It reminded the thief of home, somehow.

He nodded encouragingly as the one with the sword - Kazuo - asked the dwarf for her tale. "Yeah, let's do stories! After this, I'll tell the one about how I slew a giant and made off with his treasures!"