Nosdyn watched the undead tear apart the demons from Xaliel...

He held his woman, Cerna closely. His eyes narrowed in there, Theselak, he didn't hide behind his mask. He was able to be himself. The undead tore apart the bodies of the demons. Screams of pain and agony. Nosdyn's people had become expert at defending their turf. Nosdyn held his woman closely and he looked at his son. Tharak. "Are there any other contingency forces this time?" Nosdyn asked his son.

Tharak shook his head no. "That was the only group, Father." He said calmly.

Nosdyn nodded gently. He picked up his wife. "Let's get indoors." He said calmly to her.