Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5424581-20130609013605/@comment-8248675-20130610214842

"What are you talking about? What are you up to Lizzard? Necromancy? Don't you know better to disturb the dead? What laid to rest, should be allowed to rest!"

He calls Sleipneir over to himself and jumps into the saddle. He follows the Argonian, but stops right in front of the cemetary. He decides not to get involved, unless things get way out of controll. For now he halts Sleipnier and remains in the saddle, watching what is going to happen. He hated when dead didn't stay dead, in his adventures in Skyrim, he ventured into many burrows and fought all kind of dragurs. Restless Dragurs, Dragur Whrites, Dragur Deathloards, even Hulked up Dragurs. None of them were nice and stank of, obwiously death. He never met a necromencer before, but for some reasons Dragurs always to him associated with Necromany and possibly King of Worms.