[ It's a funny disconnect, the tension he can read in her through necromantic senses— like a tightening in his peripherals— and the wide-eyed curiosity that seems so genuine. Maybe it's her magic smoothing the gap, or maybe it's his age: he doesn't look too hard. ]
We have a few necromancers in town... but these guys are mine.
[ The nearest skeleton chatters its teeth in a sudden, comical clatter. God winks. ]
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We have a few necromancers in town... but these guys are mine.
[ The nearest skeleton chatters its teeth in a sudden, comical clatter. God winks. ]
They're good company, for puppets.