"You'd have the undead. It would protect you. If you encounter enemies, it will fight. It can carry supplies and equipment. Most importantly, you know how to reach Percvale. You can handle the guards, the towns, the people. The undead cannot."
Seren crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. She probably knew the answer to the question she was about to ask. "Why can't you go?"
Darion gestured toward the window, toward the ruined streets below. "Look at this place. If I leave now, it's going to fall apart. I have to organize the warriors, secure the gates, deal with the wounded and the officers. I need to establish order before I can even think about traveling. But waiting several days to bring Garren here would waste valuable time. I need him now."
