Garren was not around, if he was, he might have seen what happened with the men from Valdenmoor in a carriage.
He had gone on a hunt with some knights. The new knights coming along so they can be part of something.
Darion decided to go to the graveyard. He needed not to think too much about what had happened and instead try to be productive with anything.
He needed to fill the remaining slots of his undead inventory.
Arriving, Darion summoned four undead immediately and set them to work.
He filled them steadily, moving through the older sections, choosing graves with good markers where he could and working by feel where he couldn't.
The stats were decent, Rust and Bone Tier mostly, the loyalty numbers sitting comfortably.
After he was done, he stood at the graveyard gate and looked at his inventory and felt the satisfaction of it, and then immediately felt what was missing.
Venom.
