Albedo looked over the flier. Looked it over slowly and wondered silently at the sanity of leaving
undead alone, on a farm, managed by undead, for undead. A deep sigh, that was relatively useless given the continued state of undeath she was in and the inane use of her lungs aside from aiding her physical displays of agitation. Being a founding member of
the eternum, and asking for help meant that the situation was somewhat dire and in need of perhaps a firmer hand. The trouble though was figuring out how exactly to transport her skeletal guards, opting to simply avoid complications and take those in
armor.
A march began at landfall, and quickly she remembered how she dreaded the warmer lands outside the Eternum's home. Having sent a letter ahead of her, she hoped it found Steve well. With advertising himself as a necromancer, it was possible he had attracted attention of some less than well meaning folk to aid him, in his untimely final end. Or perhaps the brighter side of life was on his side, and he was simply waiting for someone to arrive.
Her collection of guards around her, she approached the boulder with confidence and a heavy sigh at the smell of potato stew. She had missed that smell certainly, and a bowl currently would be most welcome.
"Steve, do you find yourself in a conundrum of which you need assistance in rectifying?" She called up to him, hand in front of the black and green eyes that stared up at him. She despised the sunlight but would brave it for the sake of her friend. Especially since the reputation of the Eternum, and Steve, were on the line.
