Elder Owen quickly returned to the village medical center and left his men waiting outside before entering the room.
As soon as he entered, he looked at the doctor. "Wait outside," he said, before proceeding to sit down in the chair next to the bed.
The doctor left, closed the door, and only Edward and Owen remained, staring at each other.
"Well?" Elder Owen asked. "What do you have to say to me? You caused quite a mess out there."
Edward smiled sheepishly. "I have a couple of questions before we continue. I was wondering if you could answer them," he asked.
"As long as they're not too strange, I'm sure I can answer them," Owen replied casually, not giving it much importance.
Then Edward got to the point.
"How many undead can there be in a single Cursed Land?" he asked.
Actually, he just wanted to know how many people had died in that place.
"Who knows?" Elder Owen shrugged. "It could be thousands."
