When the elves first appear, Lirian ducks behind her shield. It's exciting, getting back into combat.
And it's elves, right? Those guys. She doesn't really like them, and she's not quite sure why, but it's a good feeling. She waits.
Surely they'll come out and attack soon, won't they? Show her some raving elf warriors to deploy her new undead against. When the refugees emerge, it takes her a moment to process them.
Wait, this can't be... I mean, yes, Oberon's a villain, he stole her cat, but Maniakh seemed decent enough, surely he won't stand for this... And yet he does. She is suddenly conflicted, her mid battling against itself, trying to regain control in a frantic and silent struggle. She doesn't want this, she would never want this, but Oberon's spell twists through her mind, strangling the wrong thoughts, and moving her limbs on their own. Against her will, she begins ordering her undead forwards.
No! Do not want! This is unacceptable!

Spoiler: ROLLIN DAT WILL SAVE
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