Vas blinks. Did he just admit that his sister was undead? And not even with a bit of shame? She eyes him skeptically, and decides not to pursue the details.

Instead she continues to roll the berry between her fingers as she thinks. "We will first need to be able to gather people together all at once. We will need to evaluate each one, and with only the two of us... that could take some time."

She finally clasps the piece of fruit and holds it still. "If we are, how did you say, 'press-ganging' them, we should at least form ranks. Get the skilled ones ready first, then use them to prepare the others."