The Wanderer examines the undead standing before him. Pacified, the husk still follows him with its eyes, and darts to new noises. He knows that they are not believed to still possess the same sense of smell.
No trace of humanity remains in its eyes, and that empty gaze is all too familiar to the Wanderer. Husks are not an uncommon sight in the Bleak Reaches, but those are generally isolated to localized outbreaks. Not the kind of swarms that swallow and devastate nations, like what has happened here in Ancalia.
Vax slides behind Nahaniel and tries to pluck a hair. (Dex check, needs to beat an 8, rolls a 6).
Nahaniel curses and spins around to see a hair in Vax's fingers. The fisherman looks at the tall albino man who commanded the dead and goes pale.
"What, what's he going to do with that?" He backs away, and turns to Maksimilian. "Hey, we've agreed to guide you, he's not going to curse me or anything, is he?"
After discussion, most of the party seems set to go to the village. Nahaniel, still concerned, ushers everyone aboard the boat. He refuses to allow any of the undead husks on board.
"The village is just a few miles away." He glances over the eclectic group, from the regal Ancalian to a frosty Fae. "There are only a few Ulstanger's there, but their nasty folk. You folk don't look like easy prey, they're not going to be happy to see you."
Decide on your approach. Nahaniel is fine with taking you all to the docks, but if you want to do any disguises, sneaking,or a more aggressive approach, nows the time.