"Two thousand zombies, huh?"
Barns shudders just thinking about it. He feels a lot more comfortable fighting goblins, kobolds, - monsters such as those. The festering, rotting undead creep him out.
"Yes, but we've developed a brilliant plan," Osmond notes. "See, when I was talking to it to my darling Maria, she reminded me that zombie hordes are quite easy to control with a little distraction and noise. So, the plan is simple. We will build a large trench, have King Clancy fill it with foam, and then lure the zombies into it - brilliant, am I right? A little fanagling and we can have that entire horde kill itself! Oh, and then you can do your thing after, I suppose."
"Sounds like a good plan to me. I'd rather not dive headfirst into a crowd of zombies."
Osmond gives him a thumbs up. "Then I shall consider that an official order from the legendary hero! I shall begin preparations at once, Barnie."
