It was a nightbird, a small undead girl as they tended to be, garbed in a feathery cloak not bearing any one avian's plumage specifically, her flesh looking like it would slide off of her bones at any time, even more sludge-like than the two knights own bodies.
"Go ahead" after a moment, Ourlst spoke up, it was always a bit strange to technically be the most important decision-makers in the vanguard, their fellow undeads would always await for permission to speak and be awfully cordial, which was only natural, as they were filling in Loimos's shoes.
"Lord Herlbe has successfully subjugated the leaders within his assigned realm, a viscacha calling herself Tsarina Delelgoliol'Erstvourst Von Hartracite with the innate ability to bring her imagination into reality and a giant crab called Tsar Pangea'Kalst, both were killed and turned into undeads, securing dominance over the rest of the realm's inhabitants" she began.