A zombie with a grotesque posture wandered aimlessly around the room.
Its neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, its head lolling to one side. Its rotting lips opened and closed with hoarse, rasping breaths, and green drool dripped from its chin onto the dusty floor.
The houses in this city were fairly crude, with floors of packed earth. A few rotten pieces of wooden furniture lay piled in the corner, giving off a musty stench.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind the zombie. His normally heavy enchanted plate armor was eerily silent, and the zombie only noticed someone approaching when the figure was already close.
Its cervical vertebrae clicked as it tried to twist its crooked head around to see what was happening behind it.
But the wight never got the chance. The newcomer's left hand clamped straight onto the back of its neck, his fingers tightening and sinking into the rotten flesh with enough force to nearly crush its spine.
The instant he restrained the zombie, a dagger flashed up and plunged into the undead creature's temple.
The runes on the dagger's blade glowed red, accompanied by a sizzling sound. The intense heat warmed its long-rotted brain matter until it boiled violently inside the skull, releasing a foul, scorched stench.
The zombie's body gave a violent twitch, then quickly went limp and fell still once more.
Pulling out the Battle Chef's Cleaver, Renato deftly caught the collapsing corpse and lowered it slowly to the floor, keeping the noise to a minimum.
The female dragonborn emerged from the doorway of another room nearby. Her golden, slit-pupiled eyes swept across the dim room to make sure they had missed no targets, then she nodded to Renato, indicating that the zombies in the other rooms had also been cleared out.
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