Listen, mortal. Though it may not appear a glorious job, those that are under my wing help keep the natural balance. We return many essential nutrients to the soil, allowing for new life. These undead have disrupted the cycle here and have driven off those that seek shelter under my wings. While you are out there being the little murderous creature you are, would you collect some bones for me? I would like to rebuild the nests of my children and followers so we may feast when this blight has ended.