Expedition 2: Undead can't Swim...but..

We were able to secure passage standing guard and providing necessary services and lodgings and food for the trip north. Several days into the trip up river it would seem we ran into another ship having...troubles. Once we got closer we saw the ship run amok with filthy undead...it wasn't a ghost ship, as excited as that may have been.
 
The undead were not really troublesome...until the Hulk showed up. A towering beast of sewn together limbs of different beasts. Truly a work of science and magic, and well put together as much as I would not like to admit it. Though that is also concerning, because that means there is some nefarious and powerful folk at work here.
 
We dispatched it of course, my Minions ARE the best after all. Saved the crew of some new cult of light business, one god, blah blah blah. Dragons care not for gods. We are gods in our own right once we come of age and power. I will achieve this as well come time but back to the matter at hand. Minion Fynnir brought up their concern about where these undead could have come from...so the group decided to depart to the shore and follow the tracks.
 
Unfortunately there was a town the undead hit first....decimated would be the proper word for it I suppose. We gleaned some information from them about some Dragon Graveyard in the direction the undead came from and as such we are off that way. The rumor is there is a Dragon that roams the area as its territory, perhaps this would be my chance to meet a cousin and share information about this...and if need be assert my dominance.