Undeads were the enemy of everything that was not themselves, not only content with bringing life down to nothingness, they were even after the other forms of existence, everything had to abide by death and accept to become scions of eternity, there was no negotiating it, one could only buy time, or attempt to fight back.
Griar had no choice but to pick the first option, the undead before him… It was hard to tell how strong he actually was, Vostes was not a name he had ever heard about, but the stories he had heard about the undead were plentiful, and even he knew well that not only was the average undead stronger than the average living, but also that the dead outnumbered them by a great amount.
