_After the return of her man, Danielle rides south for a day, most agree she headed to the Legion tower and met with an officer there. Rumors spread throughout her camp of a romantic dalliance, always in good humor and even a few "It's about time…" comments.
On her return, she checks that the box is still close by, then sets proper watches before retiring to her tent. Cries of alarm in the middle of the night proclaim the undead before they get anywhere close to the camp, marching up from the south to be met by an awakened and waiting group of knights. The fight is short and brutal, with few losses, since it seems the undead were expected. Shortly after sunrise, the unit breaks camp and mounts up, riding north at a slow trot.
At their lead, Danielle sits on her horse, the chest once again strapped to her horse behind her and the short staff again flying the odd merchants flag. A small smile on her lips seems odd considering the circumstances... well, unless that dalliance was all it was rumored to be._