It's a Riot.

"I was not going to mess myself!" Dreth snapped, jiggled his shoulder in a vain attempt to shake the pest off.

The devil shrugged, unperturbed. "Well, it's time to wake up, or whatever you want to call it. Your undead friends have been busy for a while now, cooking breakfast would you believe?" It shook its head in wonder. "Times have surely changed since I was last up here."

Dreth looked over, to see that it was telling the truth. Cuthbert was busy roasting some kind of meat over a campfire. The zombie saw him looking and waved.

"Been a long time since I cooked something," he said cheerfully. "I thought the living might like breakfast." He gestured at the Halfling, still asleep with a rope tied around his ankle, then the entwined forms of Tybalt and Emerald, huddled together in their sleeping mats. As if that was a signal, Tybalt woke up with a jerk. "Breakfast is nearly done," Cuthbert called over to him.