[sighing]

Dawn breaks, and you can't remember who anyone else is. You can barely even remember your own class, let alone anyone else's. But you're pretty sure there were only 21 people in your group last night, and now there appear to be 27.

26, actually. You see the charred body of Psighing on the ground and recognize the corpse, if nobody else. He was a Psionic, and probably the only one capable of the mind-reading necessary to find the Conjurer -- now also a Necromancer -- immediately.

amplify
areinitz
ben young
bluffblank
chuckles
clowntable
dmk
fmxda
iron_yuppie
jeremy
kumubou
luckayluck
mornelth
nez
nicholasp
shortline
soah
spook
stephen
tabako
thebram
traz
voj
VR
wdcbooks
xorbie

20 Adventurers, 6 Undead/Evil hiding among you.

It is Day.