Isn't He Supposed To Be Dead?

"Lets keep going. I don't like this island one bit. The faster we get the treasure and get away the better," Dave spoke solemnly.

The Black Skull order symbol was an eerie sign that he was about to meet one of the Undead Legion's most annoying and troublesome foes.  

"I'll scout ahead," Perfect volunteered.

"Go bro, just don't get shot in the face with a cannon," Dave joked with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry." Perfect hopped to the nearest tree branch and began jumping from tree to tree.

The party waited for Perfect Shot's scouting report. A few minutes later, Perfect Shot reported to them over the party com.

"There are three groups of undead heading your way. Take a left and head toward the mountain, it's the safest path with no undead along it."

"Okay you heard him, follow after me," Dave said. He held his shield ahead of him and began cautiously walking forward.

The rest of the party followed after him.