Relic kneels down near Daylily and says discretely though loud enough to be heard by an attentive ear:
"Master Daylilly, I don't know how it has happened, but I think we have stumbled into a Necromancer's lair. The halfling was shot in the head, I in the leg and now you have been beaten senseless by a zombie. I have also noticed there is no healer amongst us. Perhaps it is time for us to make a tactical retreat back to the tavern to nurse our wounds. I can barely think with this bursting headache, and the only spells I recall are mostly useless against these mindless undead... I'm sure if their is a purpose for us being here we could return better prepared."