It's either just after sunrise or just before sunset, the sky dim and dusty, the shadows long. The forest is filled with the sounds of the creatures active at this hour. 

He is the only human being in the immediate vicinity. 

He's low on magic, but not completely out. He spends a spell to take to the air, rising above the treetops to look for firelight or other signs of civilization.

There are lights over in that direction. 

Oh, good.

He heads that way, keeping an ear out for dangers in the dark.

He's almost to the lights, can even make out individual human shapes near them, when a handful of tattered undead shamble into view below him. 

Oh. Not so good.

He swoops down, taking cover in a tree, and waits - if there are more coming he should get them all in one burst, and if there's a necromancer around he'd like to know about that, too.

A handful more arrive. 

There is no necromancer anywhere nearby yet growth mindset. 

He gauges how fast the original handful are moving, and when they're about to get out of range, he chants, and all of them glow blue and crumble into dust.

A person who is not even slightly undead walks in in just enough time to see this. He lowers his sword and looks at Raafi with likely-imperceptible bemusement. 

Raafi checks that his flight spell is still active, and floats down from the tree branch. "Sorry to bother you - I'm not sure how I got here, I woke up under a tree a few minutes ago, back that way, and I was in a little village north of Pellstown when I went to bed."

"什么?"

...

He holds up a finger and rifles through his belt pouches - none of which are large enough to really need rifling through, unless he's quite absent-minded - to come up with a necklace, a piece of carved jade on a leather strap, which he puts on. He's understandable this time: "I must be farther away than I thought. Where am I?"

The man blinks. "--The forest outside the Cloud Recesses in Gusu. How did you do that?"

This is pretty confusing for Raafi, too. "The necklace has a translation spell. The walking corpses I used healing magic on, it damages undead - most clerics can do that, where I'm from, I'm a cleric of the god of travel. I'm low on spells, though, if you're having necromancy problems I'll be more help with them tomorrow."

"It's just a few low-level walking corpses, nothing we can't handle. You can use healing to fight ghouls? You're a priest?"

"It's channeled positive energy, if you want to get technical about it, but it heals living creatures and harms undead ones, yes. I might not be much like the priests you have here, it sounds like you have some very different traditions here." He peers through the woods in the direction the corpses came from. "Should we be expecting more of those?"

"How many of them did you destroy?"

"I counted seven."

"There should be a few others, then, but I don't know if they're in this specific immediate area." 

"Mmhmm. I have one more spell like that tonight, if we can get them all together for it."

"One more spell?"

"-I can do a better job of explaining once I know what kind of magic you're used to. But I can only do that once more before dawn, when I do my devotions."

"Oh, it's a religious proscription?"

"Not really, but you could think of it that way, I guess. My god gives me a certain amount of magic every day, and I used most of it earlier, I wasn't expecting to find myself here." He heads off toward the source of the zombies.

"Your god gives you magic?"