By your command, we collected as many bodies from the surrounding graveyards as we could find. Your agent is of the opinion that a minimum of five hundred corpses are needed to overthrow the accursed tower. I fear that the agent may be overstepping the requirements of your commission. He has grown ever more abusive and insists that we provide him with fresher corpses. Sire, I assure you that if they were any fresher, they would not need his foul magic to walk about! Next, he will be demanding that we slaughter the poor street beggars in order to supply him with what he desires.
The collection process goes well. However, corpses from our collection have been mysteriously disappearing. I originally attributed the problem to omnivorous scavengers. However, the curious absence of bones implies that they were not picked clean by carrion feeders. While transporting the last batch of dead, I thought I spied a lurking ghoul. I am not certain about this, but the incident has troubled me deeply.
I grow increasingly tired of this duty and would like to apply for a transfer. Lately, I have been haunted by evil dreams. If you wish for me to continue this task, I shall do so to the best of my ability. I merely ask that you please give my request some consideration.
