"Near-undead?" What a shocking notion! Harrow slav squats down next to Neirin and looks up at his face. "I never heard of near-undead, and I'm all-undead. The magic kind, not the disease kind."

He offers his hand for a shake and with a broad smile says, "Folks like us gotta stick together, no matter how undead we are, huh? And maybe we can swap brain recipes. So long as it's animals I'll chow down. Cuke-Head can watch us and get hungry while he sits it out 'cause he's a greenie weenie."