"Hey, you hear the latest herald? That undead guy is finally dead! We can go to market again!"

"Yeah, we can even harvest now without getting the pitchforks! Best of all, the wife doesn’t demand I go with her to market."

"Enjoying your alone time with the crickets and the dog?"

"No, actually…the dog’s been gone for a few days. Ever since the stable boy was found dead, the rat of a dog hasn’t shown up for food…"

"Think it was the green guys or the black wolf things?"

"I don’t know…"