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Description
or "The Necromancer"

"He sat there, tranquil, slouchy... yet observant.
The guy didn't look like he was the chatty type, yet he was quite comfortable drinking... whatever he was drinking from his wooden pint.
In front of you, the bartender took a gaze at you, confused, as you fixated your attention on the somber cat-bat folk on one of the dark corners of the establishment you were.
- Y'er not thinkin' on wha' Ah think y'er thinkin'... are ya? - he mumbled as you drank a sip of your beverage, still not taking your eyes off the stranger, that had just realised your eyes, daringly inspecting his person.
You dedicate a second to throw a slight smug look to the friendly bartender, as you hop down your seat.
The old red-haired man, with a long enough beard sighs and negates in resignation
- Y'er gonn' get yerself killed... Or worse! - he advises you for the last time, as your feet move you towards the rather interesting stranger, that now has his feline eyes fixated on you, and does not look pleased for being so rudely inspected.
But, hey, there can't really be something worse than death... or it can?"

My part of a trade with of her boy Khons, he is a cool guy, but he doesn't like being overly bothered by strangers, and you, my friend, do look like a strange person... don't you?

So, better take some distance and let things chill for a bit before approaching him again... or is it that you like so much to be by his side that you deliberately want to be part of his army of undead?

Description
or "The Necromancer"

"He sat there, tranquil, slouchy... yet observant.
The guy didn't look like he was the chatty type, yet he was quite comfortable drinking... whatever he was drinking from his wooden pint.
In front of you, the bartender took a gaze at you, confused, as you fixated your attention on the somber cat-bat folk on one of the dark corners of the establishment you were.
- Y'er not thinkin' on wha' Ah think y'er thinkin'... are ya? - he mumbled as you drank a sip of your beverage, still not taking your eyes off the stranger, that had just realised your eyes, daringly inspecting his person.
You dedicate a second to throw a slight smug look to the friendly bartender, as you hop down your seat.
The old red-haired man, with a long enough beard sighs and negates in resignation
- Y'er gonn' get yerself killed... Or worse! - he advises you for the last time, as your feet move you towards the rather interesting stranger, that now has his feline eyes fixated on you, and does not look pleased for being so rudely inspected.
But, hey, there can't really be something worse than death... or it can?"

My part of a trade with of her boy Khons, he is a cool guy, but he doesn't like being overly bothered by strangers, and you, my friend, do look like a strange person... don't you?

So, better take some distance and let things chill for a bit before approaching him again... or is it that you like so much to be by his side that you deliberately want to be part of his army of undead?