Lucien puts his fork down and lets out a small sigh.  "I grew up with my mother, in an elven commune to the North.  Being half-human, I wasn't exactly a popular figure in the community so I spent most of my time in the surrounding forest, learning to fend for myself and studying the ways of nature.  Once, on an extended hunting trip, I ran across a small village, really nothing more than a collection of huts.  It had been ravaged by a small horde of zombies.  I tracked down the abominations and destroyed them.  It was the first time I felt a purpose to my life.  I never returned to my home after that.  Instead I've ventured out, looking for the person responsible for creating those undead horrors.  I'm going to find him, and when I do..."  Lucien stares out at nothing, a hard look on his face, his eyes going dark.  Finally he stirs.  "Well, lets just say that those skeletons upstairs were just a warmup."