She was sitting in the comfortable spot near the lake. Looking past couple of week she had fought many different creatures. She tried to short all of them out in her mind. Lizardmen, Will-o'-the-wisp, knolls, renders, giants, umber hulks, goblins, kobolds, ogres, werewolves, cockatrices, spiders, bugs the list was so long. She got problems with jellies, living vines and undeads. Those did not seem to have a weak spot. Even a though of undead made her skin in goose bumps. She did not like hunt those. It was way better to stay out of the sight or run away. She still preferred the latter as most of those undeads looked really gross and smelled even worse. She felt so powerless against those creatures. Her arrows and daggers where ineffective against creatures that felt no pain and had now fear. She tilted her head idly. That reminded her something that she had heard before. What was it? She could remember that some had said there was something non magical that harmed undead. Was it silver? She better find out was that silver really hurting undead. If it was true it might be handy to buy silver daggers from somewhere..