He takes a moment to think of her answer, “Miss Baker, have you or anyone close to you been attacked by the undead before?” He looks at her. Expressionless.
She nods her head. "Y-yes. A friend was attacked one night by one of those things wondering through town. She survived on her own but barely."
Dorian clears his throat and speaks up. "It is known that lesser undead do wonder outside of the graveyard especially at night and that if they attack civilians they may be put down without breaking the treaty."
"Y-yes. She said that she found a soldier and told him of the attack." She wipes away a few remaining tears. "She should never have been attacked in the first place. We should be able to leave our homes without fear!"
Miquella looks at Claire, and gives a warm smile. "Miss Baker, please tell me if I assume correctly, but are you unaware of the diffrent...classifications of undead?" He looks at her.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "No, I am sorry for not knowing what you meant." She shakes her head once more. "I didn't know there were different types. I know some have glowing red eyes and some don't but I thought they were all the same."
