((You are an undead traveling with other undead creatures toward Zandroth, the city of the dead. Leading you is a female lich carrying a torch of purple flame. Your legs weaken in the cold weather, causing you to fall.))

Inferna seems to appear suddenly before you, with her boots in your field of view. She leans down to your level and offers a hand for you to take at your leisure. — Weary undead, our destination is not far now. Be strong and steadfast, for your suffering is nearing its end.