[i]"...you must not understand necromancy my boy... now, before we try to kill eachother, why have you killed these innocents... they have told me their side... now tell yours..."[/i] [b]The necromancer waves the skeleton off and the corpses disperse slightly, one brings over a flaming log, which the was promptly extinguished by the Necromancer's magic as he sat down upon it. It was visibly hard for him to do so. He must be so rotten his muscles are incapable of supporting his armor efficiently. Once he sat he seemed less strained. He removed a sliver knife, very finely polished, with an ivory holy wrapped in gold wire, hanging by a fine chain from his wrist. The object was pristine, seemingly too nice for this filthy Necromancer. But, to Cael, who could feel the waves of energy that was magic, This object, out of all the objects on the necromancer's body, was the vilest, most profane of them. It radiated something worse than dark magic. It radiated a magic of trapped souls within the blade, of thousands of souls bound to forever writhe within the blade of this fine dagger.[/b]