Robilard didn't bother trying to figure out what was going on... he didn't remember any sort of goblin graffiti on the entrance when he and Plumm had arrived, and now, they were facing the first sign of goblins that either he or Plumm had encountered... maybe he'd missed it? The bard simply stared at the being, who so casually declared that he had dealt with the problem... a problem that supposedly was long standing and recurring enough that the village he and Plumm were here to save had actually made habits that centered around the coming and going of the undead.

"Who are you? What of the legions of walking dead that threaten the countryside without? Explain yourself!"