Kris paused, scanning Jason's stoic figure before continuing, "I've spotted some figures lurking around who I suspect are army scouts, as well as church clergy. It seems both the church and the imperial royal family are gearing up for a potential strike against the Mountains of the Dead."
"With winter on the horizon, their plans might be delayed. If they intend to march an army here, I suspect it won't be until next spring."
Jason, encased in his armor, nodded slightly. His voice, artificially created through the power of the undead mimicking vocal cord vibrations, sounded deep and slightly unfamiliar. "Understood," he replied, his tone betraying his ongoing discomfort with this newly acquired form of speech.
Typically, Jason preferred silence to the cumbersome effort of speaking, often opting to communicate via messages written in frost when necessary.
Moments later, the panel before him flickered with an update: