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Passive observation seems to yield that my undead minion don't seem to be placing any drain upon the Lantern, or at least none that I can feel. Other experiments soon follow, with mixed results. I can't seem to raise a zombie again once it has been killed, nor can I somehow focus the entirety of casting of raise dead into a single target. The spell itself seems to just give off a short range pulse, raising anything nearby up to my limit, which seems to still be ten. Or perhaps, ten units of things, though how it decides a unit is unclear, as my creature swarm is fairly large. I can easily control individual members as well, though I do find it easier to simply command all to move as a single horde.
With my short experimentation done, it is time to prepare for my return to town. I have the skeleton go around stabbing any body that is not already wounded in some way, whilst the zombies and most of the swarm is sent deeper into the woods, with the simple instruction to simply play dead until told otherwise. The skeleton follows them soon afterward. One of the swarm, a bird still capable of flight, is tasked with keeping an eye on the fleeing bandits, sight spell placed upon it so I can check on their progress, to ensure they leave as instructed. From there, it is a simple matter to return to town, blinking through the trees and open fields. I make it back to my room within ten minutes, pleased with the nights work, even as weariness creeps in. I am all too happy to greet my bed, temporary though it may be, once more.
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The morning has proven itself to be as interesting as one might expect. I wake well rested, and descend to the main floor to be greeted with breakfast and the tense atmosphere of the town militia. Eating is a quiet affair, despite Maybell's attempts to lighten the mood. Soon, a small party of us is marching out into the woods, seeking the bandit's campsite. The trek moves quickly, the locals are familiar with the terrain, whilst I can make up for any lack of stamina with my magic, and we soon stumble across the camp. The sight of it is met with bewilderment and confusion by most, though the men are quick to search for signs of trouble. In the end, however, they find no signs of anything unusual, and only one conclusion remains plausible to them. Only Clark seems unconvinced, his eyes flickering to me for a brief moment before he directs the group back to town. It isn't till our return to the town, and Clark gives his report to the men and women of the town, that the subject is met with finality.
"Scum turned on each other. The rest seem to have fled. We ain't gonna have any trouble from them any longer."
A cheer erupts from the crowd, and though it is barely passed early morning, the townsfolk seem content to begin celebrating their good fortune, praising the Five and Wisdom in particular. I excuse myself from the general festivities, more interested in retiring somewhere quiet, but it would seem at least a few have other ideas. Clark finds me quickly, taking up a position close enough to be heard without making it seem like he truly is talking to me.
"Them bandits didn't seem the kind to turn on each other for a bit of coin. Seems a bit odd to me."
"I'm sure such individuals can't possibly be expected to act honorably."
"Might be that's true. Might also be a mage wandering bout at night took it upon herself to chase em off."
I turn to regard the man, but he keeps his gaze firmly on the celebrating townsfolk. It seems I will get no aid in deciding how I am to respond from him.
>What shall I do?
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