Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140209043952

("Such luster!")

(I really need to do more with Makoru. He's sitting in stasis while Daithi and Raelynn are actually doing something productive.)

Novo's smile vanished instantly, replaced with a strange look that was somewhere between amusement and exasperation. The Anchorites warily rose to their feet, and the three necromancers that Daithi had followed readied spells as well. After a long moment, Novo broke the silence with laughter that echoed through the chamber, surprising both Daithi and the mages.

"My, my. Aren't you persistent. Where's your little gang of sellswords, elf? Still cowering upstairs while you do the dirty work?" Novo chuckled, leaning forward in his throne. This was the first time Daithi had ever seen the man wear actual necromancer's robes, and it was odd how good the robes seemed to look on him. They looked as if they'd been designed especially for him, and they probably had been. Novo obviously enjoyed being rich.