Although he still had no idea what had his Undead allies so excited, Lucimar quickly got down to work.
There was no helping it. Since this oasis was a habitable area that nobles and ordinary caravans rarely entered, it was easy to imagine what sort of people chose to stay here.
The Undead had no intention of exterminating everyone, though... they always gave people a choice.
For instance, anyone who did not want to die had to leave the oasis within six hours.
They would not hunt down anyone who chose to flee... of course, this was the only time they would let them go.
If they spotted these people ambushing caravans and travelers in the desert in the future, they would still take action.
As the lord representing Damboro, Lucimar was responsible for delivering the Undead's message.
Of course, anyone who believed they bore no guilt—or, rather, anyone who had been forced into banditry but had not participated in arson, murder, and looting—could remain in the oasis as an ordinary resident.
The wording was vague, but everyone understood how the Undead would decide who could stay.
Naturally, everyone knew the simplest, most direct method in a fantasy world: any creature that did not glow red under a Detect Alignment Spell could stay for the time being.
The Undead and the new lord could guarantee that anyone of neutral alignment or better who obeyed the laws and regulations from then on would not be held accountable for their past. They would not even punish their subjects to satisfy some noble's absurd demands... Lucimar had proposed that last point. He knew very well that anyone in this oasis who was not yet steeped in sin must have been driven here by some unscrupulous lord.
And anyone who had managed to keep