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Iora put his hands behind his back, hands folded together as he smiled at the other individual. “Only those two things? Makes the art of necromancy seem… simplistic almost.” Iora didn’t mean the words in unkindness, of course not. Just that he’s met other necromancers who made the whole thing seem like such a hassle.
“Do you find the act of necromancy to be burdensome?”
Asutsuo’s remained in its same creepy and mysterious expression, but beneath the surface the gears of his mind turned rapidly. This man wasn’t a normal visitor.
“He’s not human.” Stolas whispered into Asutsuo’s ear. No, he wasn’t, but what was he?
“They’re the only things I need from you.” He specified, walking around to picked up his staff. “On my end there’s a few extra things.” He crossed beck over, holding the staff with both hands before resting it against his shoulder opposite to Stolas.
“My, what an odd question. No one goes into their chosen profession before they find it burdensome.” What answers was this being fishing for? How did he intend to twist the knife on Asutsuo?
