"Sure" said Charlie, turning to face beatrice, with a smile. An armoured undead with it's right arm missing took a carrier bag from another undead who had been holding it open and offered it to béatrice. It was full of a mixture of the dust and the bones. Around the crater, other undead were carrying the bags over to the large sarcophagus, which had scuttled and slid down into the crater, and depositing the bags into it's stone maw. By now, the remaining undead had collected up the dust and bone fragments, using helmets and skulls and bent metal as shovels, and had begun to filter out of the crater, picking up the limbs of their fallen comrades to replace their own. Two of them had taken the broken legs of a chair and began to break up the cooked surface of one of the flesh trolls, and it began to move, red glistening meat glinting through the brown surface.
"I have nothing else to attend to here" said Charlie as he clambered out of the crater, whiping his dusty hands on his already bloodsoaked jacket. "But i still have some fighting undead that can help, and some of my undead are still helping escort students to the ballroom, so i'm going to continue searching the island for any of these beasts."
Charlie had very little power left in him, and the small motley band of undead remaining could still protect people. And help him acquire some specimens. It was like a safari, but with people who needed to be protected. He was having fun. Sheldon clicked it's claws happily as the undead shuffled into a group around it, a patchwork band, with the lich in his filty clothing at it's front.
@Keen