"Yes, Milady."
Without hesitation, the Half-Fiend turns to Blodwulf the fingers of his outreached hand contorting with the dark energy coursing through them. With a muttered phrase, Maximilian closes his hand into a tight fist as Blodwulf's body spasms and crumples to the ground.
Maximilian raises his other hand parallel to his fist and opens both hands, palms toward Blodwulf's corpse, and mutters another incantation, his fingers wiggling as dark energy encircles them again. Tendrils of Dark Magic erupt from his fingertips and wash over the human body, causing it to thrash and writhe. Maximilian's eyes briefly flash red as his voice, suddenly raspy and harsh as the wind cutting through a chasm of jagged rocks, utters a single final word, "Rise!"
Blodwulf's body stops moving, that word piercing its existence and causing a void of silence to engulf the room. That eerie silence is broken by a gasping breath erupting from the human body as it shambles to its feet; its eyes vacant and its mouth hanging agape.
Maximilian turns to a nearby table and retrieves a sheet of parchment and a quill, quickly scribbling three words upon it and then handing it to the fresh shambling undead creature. "Hold this sign before you and walk to the Volaire Tavern. Walk without stopping, shifting pace for neither wall nor any orders but mine. Walk until your feet bleed. Walk until your limbs no longer support you. And then keep walking."
The undead creature groans in affirmation and exits the building in the direction of the Weeping Rose Tavern. The sign that it carries has in large, bold letters:
