🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Linshi looked downcast. A total war of logic and her personal beliefs was taking place in her gaze. In the end, the former prevailed.
- I... I agree.

—Chin up. —He wanted to put a hand on her shoulder, but then decided that this might be perceived as too informal. —I would like you to continue collecting photographs and personal information about those who might be interested. But only "after," not "before" you brief them. This also applies to any information you find —he shifts his gaze from the camera to the questionnaires. —For now, we can assume that the curse does not affect paper, so I want you to document everything you can find, and even better, save it on photographic film, for reliability. Thus, even if something happens to one of us, their memories will be preserved in the minds of everyone who has read the details of the investigation.

Mentally scolding himself for not asking the king about the knight, he adds:
—And finally. Even if, by some incredible stroke of luck, we manage to find the villain's lair, do you have a plan for "what next"? This creature moves freely across the entire map of Asuguh, and neither guards nor stone walls can stop it. We will need someone capable of fighting high-level undead. A priest, or something like that. And warriors who can hold him off for a while. Unfortunately, I do not belong to either of these categories.