I am walking through cliffside ruins when I am attacked by walking corpses, their flesh gone purple and green with putrescence. These are not the fragile animated skeletons I expected to find here and the hefty mace I brought along with those foes in mind does little to deter them. Frantically searching for an alternative weapon, I pick up a long spear from the ground.

  To my surprise, upon raising the spear the undead soldiers attacking me stop and stand at attention. They speak and ask that I - as one of the living - march with them as an honor guard to their final rest. I oblige, standing side by side with them in formation, my new spear pointed toward the gray cloudy sky. Together as a unit, we march until we reach the cliff's edge. I stop, but they do not and I watch them step off and fall into the fog below.