Vax crosses his arms over his chest. His brow furrows. The details are worrying. He doesn’t know how Levi’s world works.

And yet. “I don’t know if any of that is natural. But it sounds to me like someone messed with something they shouldn’t.”

It has the ring of some of the undead creatures he has encountered. But he can’t say if this is true or not. “Stuff like that at home is the work of necromancers. And mages.”