Things What Go Bump in the Dark [Investigation]

So I got meself stocked up on healin' potions an' I got me a partner that's gonna make sure I don't get meself killed. Things are lookin' up fer Ol' Grub. Good thing too cuz I'm lookin' down, lookin' down this fuggen ghost town of a wagon stop I mean. Made sure to wait until one'a them magic carriages was done movin' 'fore I got on the tracks there, don't think I wanna run into one'a them with my face. I'm fuggen ugly enough, ya understand? But ain't no time fer fuggen around, time to get to work. If this guys what I think he is this gonna be a hell of a fight even fer me an' I ain't no pushover. Milton there better know his stuff 'less he wants to join them zombies pinned to the walls down here, but ain't nothin' gonna happen to'im. That's what ya do when ya get adventurin', ya watch each other's backs. Even if ya ain't like the guy he's the only one keepin' yer ass facin' the dirt an' not up in the sky, don't matter who it is. Matter a principle ya understand.

I get low an' I get quiet, peerin' 'round lookin' fer signs a what's been here. Gotta be tracks a some sort down there in the dust, outside a my own from last time. It ain't been that long, I figure he mighta left. That's the risk I take. But even if he's gone he can't move a whole shitpot full'a them rotten bastards without gettin' himself noticed so's I think he's either here or he's got a nice surprise for the two'a us. Either way it's gettin' a dagger in its neck, the zombies're the necromancer, I don't give a shit which. Can't be havin' a buncha monsters prowlin' 'round under the city with people so close to'em. Somebody's gotta do it. That be us right here. I keep my voice low so we won't be heard.

Action:

Walking over to Grubby's location with a new stash of goodies contained in his pack secured snugly to his back, Milton waved to him as he got Grubby's attention, getting into a stealth crouch as he stayed close by Grubby, pulling out what would look like a footlong razor with a grip before a few flicks of Milton's hand unfolds it into a four foot long blade with gaps in the blade and jagged edges around the tip. His skin starting to ripple lightly as his battle functionality is ready to set off in a moment's notice, Milton whispered back to Grubby as Milton kept an eye out down the available entrances for an ambush.

"I understand, Grubby. Will we be traversing the same path as you took last time? Probability would suggest a higher concentration of enemies along the path a previous intruder took. I'll follow your lead. Just direct me to the enemy and I'll cut them down. Otherwise, I can keep an eye open for you on the nearby entrances down these paths. What can you glean from the current area?"