Roland
Roland looked down at the camp of the undead in wonder, the hundred or so frozen or burned zombies, the six wolves he could spot, four frozen, two with holes in their heads and hearts. Most disturbing of all, however, were the dead zombies and skeletons which had apparently started charging up the hill and then just died. The latter two wolves he was pretty sure had been killed by the Mistress of Oaths and Deception, but the frost and fire, the mass destruction, that had to be from the Heavenly Spark Soul King.
