As the red haired younger female slowly got up, and began to bow almost prostrate towards the bitter-hearted brother, Izzey looked up from the ground in order to observe the scene, a surprised expression upon her face. It would not be long, before the mercenary would also stand up and join the scene, in order to further offer his services to the man who was suffering the terrible loss of his brother. The man gazed at the two figures for some time, greatly shocked. He could not immediately form a response, but could only stare in awe, after the amazingly unexpected and astoundingly humble reaction from the young girl, in addition to the willingness of the mercenary who had previously smacked his hand to protect to same woman he'd choked.
"I've seen what the dead become there." The man finally found the words to speak, "The last group of hired hands who fell to those accused undead, later rose up as the very things they died fighting against. They became the very enemies they risked their lives protecting the camp against. The thought of my brother becoming one of them is unbearable. If his body could be returned, and he could be saved from such a fate in that accursed undead city, I would be extremely grateful." Staring at the girl and the mercenary a little while longer, he would continue, "But the thought of seeing you two becoming like that as well, and sharing the same fate, would be even more heartbreaking." With a pause, he looked specifically at the younger girl, "Especially you, little girl, even if your sister is completely nuts." 

It would be at this time, Izzey would finally stand back up, and begin to finally speak again, her proud and boastful tone returning. "King Albrecht and the vision of my youth are not as fragile as you think! And Izzey the Great must redeem her name! Behold, we right that which is wrong, set straight what was crooked! For my name shall not be one of disgrace, but of victory and legend! They do not journey alone, but shall be accompanied by the mightiest practicer of the magical arts in all the land!" She spoke with open arms high into the air. After the mage's speech, the man was reminded of how much he loathed the woman, shaking his head in response at her antics, yet this time with much calmer anger and less bitterness. "I would like nothing more than to see you cursed and walking around as one of those undead, mage." The man continued,  "But even greater than that desire, is to see my brother return for a proper burial away from the corrupted place, saved from the fate as one of those walking undead"

It would not be soon after his statement, that that sound of the mage's footsteps would begin to signal the path for her next great endevour, as she began to walk with her usually confident stride once again towards the tent exit. Standing directly at the entrance, the mage began to make her exclamation aloud to the passing crowds of people, "Behold, redemption has presented itself to clear my name! Fear not, fair sojourners of this feeble refuge, Izzey the Great shall relieve you of your great misfortunes, and bring deliverance from this undead catastrophe!" The passing crowds, as well as the nurses, simply gazed at the woman's antics with mixed expressions of surprise, confusion, and curiosity. The man made a grunted sigh, not a fan of the woman's antics. 

Izzey then, began to reach into her satchel on her side, and pulled out an enchanted scroll. Holding the scroll up, she let it unfold on it's own, revealing it's enchanted contents. Various moving syllables and symbols could be seen moving about throughout the scroll, perhaps various spells she'd transcribed throughout her adventures, many of which were recorded in long dead languages, and completely unintelligible. As she removed her hand, an astonishing phenomenon took place, as the unfolded scroll continued to float in midair on it's own.
Moving her hands about, as if she were forming an invisible sphere of some sort, a red crimson aura began forming and growing in each of her palms, until a familiar scene would reappear again, one which the mercenary was most likely quite familiar with. A black dot appeared in the middle of the air, and within due time it began to gradually expand, forming a large black ring from the dot. Inside the ring could be seen the reflection of their next destination; the outskirts of the undead city, located within eye view of the refuge. She would take them straight into the heart of the catastrophe, saving them the trouble of battling through the numerous hordes of undead scattered all throughout the desert. "To redemption we go!" Exclaimed the enthusiastic mage, once in bed and barely able to effectively function, and now re-energized for a completely new endevour, straight out of the medical tent.

The scene has caused passing crowds to move away from the portal, and quite a few greatly surprised gasp. Many stared at the strange phenomenon with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths, while others reacted in more cautiously, making additional efforts in order to avoiding the area altogether, by keeping a far distance from the odd abnormality now located in midair.

Watching as her two familiar human companions stepped through the portal, as well as the additionally accompanying phoenix and sphinx, the mage's following expression revealed herself to be highly pleased, as she took a brief moment to salute the gawking crowds and retrieve her enchanted scroll from mid-air, before jumping into the portal herself. As she did so, the portal instantly closed behind her.

Jumping out of the portal, into the familiar outskirts of the undead city, she appeared with the group with a highly enthusiastic expression upon her face, joyful of the fact that she had an opportunity to redeem herself. The orange haired mage had also experienced slight disorientation upon exiting from the other end of the portal, however, by now she had grown quite accustomed to her own spell, and therefore almost immediately regained her composure without much trouble, in comparison to the younger female. At the girl's inquiry, the mage's expression could be seen shifting into deep thought, as she took a rather considerably lengthy amount of time to recall her memories. She was generally not one to pay deep attention to the details of others, unless she had spent a considerable amount of time with them, or had deemed them as very important to herself somehow. Yet, she had spent less than a day with the now dead brother. The bitter man within the tent had been quite sorrowful concerning the loss of his brother, as he had been very close to him, yet Izzey had felt little to no connection with the fallen brother herself, and therefore hadn't payed much attention to his details before the incident. He had just seemed like another typical mercenary protecting the camp in Izzey's eyes. The process, for a time, seemed almost completely hopeless, as she continued to stand there in obviously deep thought, attempted to recall the man's appearance. 

Biting her bottom lip, she turned her gaze to the mercenary, and then eyed his weapon. Upon doing so, her eyes suddenly widened. "Right!" She finally exclaimed. "He had one of these crude inventions! The long pole with a sharp blade!" The woman's description of the weapon, as she described it's characteristics, rather than mentioning the actual weapon name itself, was enough to make one ponder whether the mage actually knew what a spear was called or not. "The pole with a sharp blade, and a coat of metal rings!" She continued enthusiastically. "And brown hair! Yes, brown hair!"

In the midst of her rather crude memory recalling descriptions, the massive groups undead hordes continued to slowly approach closer and closer around the group, from the city and surrounding desert area. The mage, however, seemed rather unalarmed, as she answered the mercenary's inquiry rather casually, "Well that is easy King Albrecht, we simply bring him back without killing ourselves!" She spoke with a confident and assuring smile, whether it actually assured him or not. 

With a snap the finger, another much smaller portal briefly opened up in the midair slightly above her, and dropped an object of some sort out of it, which the mage caught with one hand, before the portal immediately expired from existence. The object revealed itself to be a book, and a very old and worn book at that, as were a large majority of her more unusual possessions. The designs of it's heavily worn hardcover were mostly faded, and the pages of the book had browned with age. Though the book, for the most part, still seemed usable, there were quite a few wearings and tears throughout the covering and pages. In the middle of the front cover of the book, was a beautifully inscribed title of some sort, yet completely illegible to most eyes, as was a majority of the the pages within the book's contents, as they were written in a unfamiliar script of some kind. Flipping through the pages, and moving her finger over various readings, diagrams, and sketches within the old and worn book, she mumbled a few of it's contents to herself as she searched through it. Scratching her head, with a highly concentrated and puzzled expression, she mumbled, "It was in here somewhere….." Meanwhile, the massive numbers of undead hordes continued to approach the group closer and closer.. 

As the tossed spear fell into the sand next to the mage, she temporarily looked up from her concentrated book searching, in order to curiosity gaze at the thrown object, in addition to taking a few moments to observe the mercenary, as well as the young girl and her unusual companions, who were all now engaged in battle against the massive amounts of undead hordes surrounding them. It did not take long for the previously quiet outskirts of the undead city, save for a few occasional undead moans here and there, to quickly become a chaotic and loud battleground, as a phoenix burned the undead from a above, a sphinx tore the mummified bodies apart, the girl combated with her katars, and the mercenary danced around with his blade. Undead quickly fell in droves, as various limbs and dried carcasses could be seen lying scattered all about the surrounding desert sands. This group, without a doubt, proved much more capable of handling themselves, in comparison to the previous group of mercenaries who had all fallen victim to the massive onslaught of undead. Despite the success of the ongoing massacre, however, the undead's numbers still remained quite strong. In addition, the heat of the sun would undoubtedly hasten the group's fatigue as battle continued on. Eventually, they would have to either relocate positions, or hasten their search before fatigue settled in too deeply on them.

The mage momentarily leaned over for a moment, in order to pick up the long ranged weapon from the ground, and stuck it into the sand next to herself, pointing upwards, as if it were a banner of some sort laying claim of the land. The fighting continued on, as the mage continued to flip through her book, until eventually she'd found the contents of her search. "Aha!" She eventually exclaimed, walked forward a few feet, "This was the one!" She continued, pointing her finger in the direction of a group of undead, and making utterance to the words of a spell of some sort. "Crystal verberto!" She exclaimed authoritatively, standing there a few moments, whilst continuing to point her finger at the undead horde, upon which nothing special seemed to happen. A surprised expression appeared upon her face, as she gazed back at the book again, and quickly began a second attempt, "Crystalla verbeno!" She tried again, adjusting her pronunciation as her finger continued to point in the same direction, once again without effect. "Crystallos verbero?!" She exclaimed a third time with another adjusted pronunciation, albeit with a much more uncertain tone this time, in comparison to her previous two attempts. The third attempt would prove successful, as the end of her index finger would suddenly began to glow with a dark blue aura, before emitting a thick, icy mist towards the indicated horde, which, upon contact, caused a large amount of the already slow moving carcasses to function even slower, and completely froze others. The desert sun, however, began to work quickly upon the frozen corpses, as water fervently dripped from their rotted bodies. Happily closing and placing the book back into her satchel, the mage walked back to the upright spear, removed it from the sand with both hands, and ran forward in order to whack a few body parts off the frozen mummies, before they could have a chance to unthaw from the heat. She used the object more like a long bat or beating stick of some sort, rather than it's proper use as an actual spear. Raising the long object up into into the air above herself, she forcefully brought it downwards, whacking away at the frozen bodies multiple times, rather unfashionably, displaying her obvious unfamiliarity with the weapon. Unfashionably or not, however, the method still seemed to somehow get the intended job done.