...I was escorting a member of the Crusaders from their stronghold to a remote castle so that he could perform the last rites for a dying King. We were passing by an old graveyard when he seemed to concentrate for a moment. He then looked up and warned me that the walking dead were ahead of us. Thanks to this warning I was able to prepare myself and, with his blessings, fight them off...
From the journal of a forgotten Bodyguard.