As Tralin predicted, the daylight drove most of the undead from the streets. Some of the more resilient types straggled but, lacking the backup of force, eventually followed their colleagues. "We leave as soon as we can get the men accounted for and on board!" Tralin commanded. "That will take several hours. Waste no time collecting belongings; we must make distance from this shore before the sun sets again." "Tralin!" a voice shouted and Tralin turned. "Young Cerin," Tralin said "You have been injured. Do you need medical attention?"