Bingley does it for her.

Despite her training as a rogue, Xinae had a real habit of dramatically kicking doors open. When she smashed the door open to their room above the bar, announcing that she'd returned and Cal was with her, she found Naomi... a little red-faced for some reason, but otherwise normal. She was putting her hair in her usual braid, with the help of... a weird little robot butler?!

Naomi explained that the strange construct was called Bingley, and had handy extendable limbs and all sorts of various interesting attachments, some more useful than others. Xinae raised a skeptical eyebrow when Naomi mentioned that Garron the blacksmith had given it to her as an apology gift for some "unfortunate" behaviour yesterday. Cal made a mental note to get more details, and maybe beat the shit out of the smith.

"Mr. Bingley really is quite helpful! He um, massaged my - uh, me with some, mmm, special moisturiser, quite quickly and efficiently. And extremely thoroughly. And he helped dress me, and look how well he did my braid!"

"Mistress. The Noises. You Made. Shall I Initiate. Se-"

"Quiet now please, Mr. Bingley! Anyway, girls, he really will be quite reliable I think - if we can sort out some of his quirks. Best to leave him in the room though I think. He's not equipped for combat!"

Heading downstairs, the three heroines found Bower and Garron heading back up to the hall from the cellar. Both had unsavoury glints in their eyes, and smirked at Naomi in a way that had Cal's fists itching. The three women ate breakfast in thoughtful silence, trying to ignore the stares of the odd local that filtered through the tavern.

Xinae spoke up, mouth full of her second breakfast. "So we got three options right? Them bandits, the undead, or the gobbos. What we thinkin'?"

Naomi tried to phrase her worries delicately. "Considering the... strange things that have been occuring to us recently, I think we should avoid the bandit lair until we feel more confident in our abilities. Perhaps the goblins would be safer!"

Xinae scoffed. "Yeah, you never heard the legend of Isabelle the Pure didya? When she got all cocky and went in the gob den? And they didn't need no curse or nothing either, to make her squi - "

Cal tactfully interrupted the rogue before she inevitably said something scandalous. "It seems to me we're best equipped to deal with the undead. Lady Naomi's divine magic gives us the edge. And surely the risen dead won't be affected by this curse anyway. Biologically, the lack of blood flow... well... you know what I mean."

Despite their lack of licenses, all three women were experienced fighters and and peak athletes. They prepared for the fight, put on their game faces, and set out to the wasteland outside town where the undead sightings had been concentrated.

It took little time to find trails. Comparing the locals' reports with the evidence they had found, Xinae estimated there were around 4-7 risen, one much heavier than the others, probably a risen lord.

The three adventurers discussed their possible tactics, and one thing was decided on. Time to split the party! Safest to take them all out at the same time, to avoid any surprises. With their speaking stones allowing constant communication and fast support, they'd be fine...