The spirit replied in a hoarse, raspy voice, deep yet old and frail. [i]"... my name is E'entul Lee, necromancer,"[/i] The elder's spirit replied. It looked over at Cael, who had obviously stopped chanting and stood their, stone face. Rage formed in the spirit's left eye. [i]"And you... you should be the one dead, and rotting in hell, you accursed...[/i] thing[i]!"[/i] The elder's voice grew in volume, and a look of annoyance appeared on Cael's face. [i]"Be quiet, you dead old man, and do what this necromancer says before I tear the eyes out of your dead child's head and feed them to the man-eating rats.... Rat food. What all of you should have been born as."[/i] The elder fell silent, looking back at Eurrjsjsbrbru.