"Someone did this, you know. On purpose" Dorrin murmured in hushed tones, a solemn, sad look on his face. "Made them, I mean. Those are zombies, you know. So whoever took the lady killed these people, then took their bodies and turned them into -- those -- and stuck them in there, for us to find. Well, not us necessarily, I mean, it could have been anyone..." That thought seemed to stop the halfling a bit short, so to speak. After a brief hesitation, he continued "Would you, um, excuse me for a moment? I need to try to find that stone."

With that, the young man traced the line back from where he was, past the group, and looked for a sign of impact in the snow some fifty or sixty feet beyond the felled creatures.