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we’re in hurry, remember?”
    The warriors snorted derisively, all but Trandon. Aleena looked angrily at Miltiades. “Look, this part of Faerun is my turf. I know the rules, and you promised to follow them! This is what we’re going to do: We’ll dock and spread out. As long as you don’t make trouble, no one will bother you, and no one’s going to make trouble, right?”
    The men nodded grudgingly. Harloon looked at Noph and said, “You stick with me.” Noph grinned and nodded eagerly.
    “And be very careful, Noph!”
    The boy beamed and answered, “You, too, fair lady!” His voice cracked slightly. Jacob and Trandon exchanged grins.
    “This won’t be tough as long as you don’t make it so,” continued Aleena. “There are hundreds of zombies performing menial tasks in this city. Find one and help it. If the thing is carrying something, take it and follow the zombie to its destination—whatever you need to do to be of service. Got it?”
    Miltiades grimaced at the city and nodded curtly. “It will be done.” The entire group nodded reluctantly. Able looked toward the docks with profound sadness in his eyes. “So many lost souls,” he murmured to himself
    “We will help as many zombies as we can, eh Able?” the plated paladin said with a grim smile.
    “Just help one and get back here as soon as possible, without causing any trouble!” snapped Aleena. “If you’re not back in an hour, we’ll assume that you couldn’t restrain yourself and give you up for dead, and we’ll move on.”
    The boat hit the dock, and Noph and Harloon tied it up while the others entered the deadly depths of Skullport. As they dispersed, a group of shadowy figures trailed after them.
    Kern could have kicked himself as he stalked the dockside streets. It wasn’t the requirement to serve a zombie that galled him so much as his promise not to cause any trouble. As he paced the alleys, he was amazed at the evil and horror, everywhere he looked. Pale-skinned vampires walked the streets and ordered skeletons about while octopus-headed mind flayers consorted casually with black-robed wizards! Of course, no paladin could singlehandedly destroy all of the evil, but it would have been glorious to try. For better or worse, he concluded grouchily, there was simply no time for it.
    “There’s my zombie in need,” he muttered, noting a group of four long-dead sailors who dragged large gray bags along the boardwalk. A juju zombie led them, waving a dark wand. The young paladin slipped ahead of the shuffling undead and hid in a blind alley. When the juju rounded the corner, the paladin slapped the wand from its desiccated hand.
    “Aaaa, what have you done?” groaned the master zombie. The four zombies quickened their pace and stumbled into the alley, followed closely by the juju zombie. In the relative privacy of that dark cove, Kern lifted his hand in blessing. “I shall help you,” he whispered. “In Tyr’s name you will all become dust, and be freed from your undead suffering.”
    In all Miltiades’s years of existence, both as a man and a death knight, he’d never seen anything as depraved as Skullport! Undead shambled everywhere, making his skin crawl with disgust. Ghosts walked side by side with necromancers, fighters lustily offered their swords to any who would pay gold, no matter what the job, and ordinary humans walked quickly, with heads bowed and fear in their eyes. The ancient paladin followed a main street into the heart of the cave city, keeping to the plentiful shadows. In an open square, he discovered slaves for sale on massive blocks, beholders arranging to hire mercenary bands, and even a pair of baatezu fiends gathered in a dark tryst.
    He closed his eyes and prayed to Tyr for guidance, and in answer, his oath to Aleena rang in his ears. Shaking his head regretfully, he spotted a large sign that read “Zombys 4 sal.” Miltiades passed through the door beside the sign and looked about in revulsion. There