"So they made it, then. I came down from the mine to ride to town with the monthly shipment, but I found the trail blocked by a horde of undead. I drove the mules hard to break through their ranks and made it to the bridge first. I tried to set it alight, but the dead just marched through the flames, and drove me and the cart over the side. I kind of blacked out after that. The next thing I knew, it was morning, the fire had been quenched, and that spider was climbing towards me..." the dwarf shivers at the memory.