Xinae, with Cal for backup.

Xinae was the logical one to track down the lair of the risen, with her training. Naomi warned her that the zombies were always the product of a risen lord's evil magic; she'd find that hideous, wizened lich dwelling at the lair, so she should go with Cal for assistance. The two headed off to the east, following the messy tracks of the zombies to try and find their origin.

As she walked alongside Cal, she found it difficult to focus on her task, being repeatedly distracted by glimpses of Cal's thick thighs peeking through her shifting robes. And was she imagining things, or did she almost catch Cal's eyes wandering down her lower back a few times? She swayed her hips a little more as she walked just in case, and could have sworn Cal started sweating.

She reported in to Naomi, theorising the undead group's size and composition, and after a while, Naomi informed them over the stone that she thought she might be close to the main group, and that she was moving in to destroy the zombie fiends. Xinae wasn't worried for her friend, with all her godly magic mumbo jumbo this was something she was well equipped to deal with. Cal was less relaxed, and Xinae made sure to tease her about it.

The tracks were getting more scuffed, it looked like they crossed over themselves repeatedly - looks like they were nearing the lair. Cal pointed out a crumbling, decrepit chapel in the distance, making Xinae smirk. Undead are so unoriginal.