There was little reaction on the woman’s face, apart from a surprised look, when the middle-aged man introduced himself in a loud voice. Gilberto didn’t know what to think of it: where her so-called powers real or was she just boasting things she could not do. He needed to find out before they’d entered any kind of battle with the zombies. He’d prefer not to be overrun in an ambush while he was relying on her powers to protect them from such an event. While these thoughts raced through his mind, he finished introducing himself and turned to the man sitting next to him.

The mountain of muscles in the chair next to Gilberto spoke, raising one of his hands. Completely unexpected, a bright light erupted around his forearm. With a small shriek, it sent Gilberto to the back of his seat. Impulsively cowering away from the fire that didn’t burn flesh. The scholar somehow knew he’d better not get into contact with this fire, for it could burn a part of him.

When Marcus explained his power, Gilberto knew he was right to avoid contacting it. This magic he called Hellfire burned away the things that made corpses stand up again. Unluckily for the scholar, he was able to do that. Not that he planned on telling the people around them. These men were going to hunt down the things a man like him had created before he died. Telling these men that he too could raise the recently deceased could turn out in a load of trouble for him.

“That’s quite an awesome power, but why call it hellfire if it only burns vile creatures?” Gilberto only whispered it, aware that none would hear it. Apart from Rhiannon maybe, if her powers were real.

Meanwhile the meat shield, who had just proven himself useful for the quest they were going to take, had extinguished the fire around his hand. People still looked at the table, but rapidly returned to their own business.

With introductions now behind them, the old man took word ones more. This time he went on about the specifics of tonight’s job. Apparently the zombies walked the earth on greshdah fields. They always stayed in the same area and slowly rotted away. The time to act was now though, people needed to farm the fields. In these times of war, like so many other things, supply of anesthesia was running low. These fields, filled with poisonous nettles would be the first problem to overcome. Then there were the zombies.

If Rhiannon’s powers were as good as she said they were, she would be able to find the zombies with relative ease. Gilberto’s powers could be used to make a path towards that place and finally the muscular warrior could use his powers to give the zombies eternal rest. All in all, the group that had gathered here tonight was quite complementary. The only one who didn’t have a clearly outlined job in Gilberto’s plan was the old man. Then again, he figured, they’d be lucky if the old man could keep up with the relative youth around him.