The guards do not move when Sedar flings the rock at them.
Encouraged, he moves closer to the skytruck.
The guards still do not react, standing as still as death.
A shriek comes out of the door to the office, which has been kicked off its hinges.
"I don't know what you're talking about....please!!!"
Sedar hears the squishy chunk of a crossbow bolt striking flesh and more shrieks.
The guards remain unmoving and Sedar quietly mounts the box.
Still the guards do nothing, and as Sedar looks at them, he can smell formaldehyde and see a bruise the size of a gnomish fist on one of their chins.
Remember the bodies that kept disappearing?
You found them.
A man with a green bandanna over the lower part of his face walks out of the front door.
He's wearing green leather armor worked with the Emerald Claw symbol and is holding one hand protectively in front of his groin.
He gapes at Sedar, then shouts: "In the name of Vol, KILL HIM!!"
The zombies pivot in perfect unison, raising their flails. A war cry rattles from their embalmed throats.
"CLAAWWW!!"
Initiative all around, please.
