Geirildin continues his charge, bringing his blade across the gate's lock attempting to sunder it in twine.

 Dx'zau'vrinn seeks an audience with the Dark Dagger's lead blade so that he may report the details of his mission and seek further instruction.

 Dx'za'vrinn takes all the treasure he finds and tucks it away, mentally debating or whether or not he should share any ot it with the his coward traveling companions.

He then swims back to shore and looks for a secluded spot to examine his treasure and take a long rest, with S'zor guarding him while he sleeps.

 Dx'zau'vrinn grits his teeth from the sudden shock of pain he feels when the undead thing claws into him.

He then quickly turns his attention upon that thing and releases another maximum blast of force from his ring at the thing and bolts forty feet away intending to fight a ranged battle with the thing.

 "Time to die indeed!" "THAT at least seems to be something that your good at!" Dx'zau'vrinn says in the midst of hysterical laughter.
"This time when you die though, stay dead. It's just really such a bother to have to kill something more than once."

He then begins to pump his arms furiously, slashing and stabbing at every possible angle, every conceivable opening. Knowing quite well that he may be fighting for his very right to breath.

S'zor, though ever loyal to his master, doesn't enter the fray. The supernatural presence of the undead being simply overwhelms the canine's sense bravado.

 Dx'zau'vrinn grins widely and says "Sure I do," in a very sarcastic tone. "What the hell, we all gotta die someday and I work best alone anyway."

Without a further moment's pause, Dx'zau'vrinn dives into the dark waters and heads for the island to meet his fate.