The comforts of the City of Song are swiftly abandoned by the lone Black Archer. Important business to attend to, celebrations can always be postponed. Silent as the trees that solemnly surround her she stalks back into the fray.
The sight of undeath offends the sensibilities of most folk, but for this genasi they are nothing but backdrops to a greater hunt. If she finds a group of zombies she walk in their shadow, happy to use the bodies as a wall once drow are found. if she stumbles upon drow she would size up the group and take out who she can. If all she finds are remains she would try and investigate as best she can as to why this is happening.