"You know, where I come from, we haven't needed one in several hundred years to go to a graveyard."

Her choice of wording caught his attention, though, and he turned to face her more fully, taking more careful stock of her. It wasn't his abilities telling him there was something different about this woman, that she was decidedly dangerous. That was pure, unadulterated instinct screaming at him to run.

It was probably smart to listen to his gut, but he'd never been particularly good at it. "You can excise the dead?" He had absolutely no reason to believe that undead wandered on the other side of this wall, but the stench coupled with the fact that he'd just been teleported to another world had opened his mind up a little bit.