You fall flat on your butt. Dang, he's got a strong arm! Must be from swinging that big dumb metal-working hammer of his. What's his problem, anyways?! Did he have to knock you down?!?! What a dick!!!!!


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O-oh. Right...or you could just...shut up and stay quiet...you can do that too.


You stand up and brush yourself off, making an effort to be quiet and not...annoy anyone. Meanwhile, the rest of the migrant group crowds up, looking over Rimtar the Smith's shoulder. It seems like there's some sort of...commotion up the road? Neb asks what the hold up is, putting a hand protectively on his wife Deler's shoulder. Rimtar grunts, pointing his hammer dead ahead.


Undead.