[Some of those assembled may recognize a certain shambling lord, blood leaking copiously from an old wound on his back where someone slid a knife when he wasn't sporting his armor. He's holding a lightning elemental sword in his gray hand, blue eyes flat and vacant.]
[He is not one of the intelligent zombies who retains some semblance of his old personality and thoughts. His only instinct now is to seek an opponent, and slay them brutally.]
It's sort of a mingle? Sort of? 'Gwaaaaahhhhhh' is totally conversational
[He is not one of the intelligent zombies who retains some semblance of his old personality and thoughts. His only instinct now is to seek an opponent, and slay them brutally.]