The necromancer gives you a half-confused, half-panicked look at the zombie sent stumbling back towards her – and helpless to avoid any follow-up attack; an ageing, unarmoured mage scarcely a challenge when trying to shove the sluggish walking corpse of a Legionnaire back onto its feet.

As the two bodies lie still, Lanessa lets out a polite clap, and then a cough – “My sword, please?

“Well, it was a good first showing, for someone without a hint of formal training. Most importantly, you didn't lock up with fear when it was just yourself and the undead, which can only mean good things going forwards. Now… we ought to get back and report this to the innkeep, no? And keep an eye for any other ne'er-do-wells that might be lurking on the roads westward."