Samantha gaped at him. Normally she'd be all for adventure, but this wasn't adventure. This was messing with something else, something bigger than all of them. She didn't want to seem like a coward, but this wasn't cowardice, this was common sense. "You call yourself a pharoh?" she asked increduously. "Do you not know what will happen if we raise the dead? Do you even know who you'll raise? It could be a someone that was killed for murdering people! You don't want to unleash that do you? You're messing with fire, buddy." she said, glancing back toward the others.