Eclipse's moment of relaxation was interrupted by the familiar stench of evil. The Intensity of it was impressive, but not something Eclipse hadn't seen before. He lowered his book, peering over the edge at a horrid figure some distance away who was walking toward him. He himself gave off an immutable aura of power, marked by his own attributes, and it was not uncommon that enemies in other worlds would seek him out as the source of the such a disturbance. Eclipse threw on his helm and stood up, stowing the book, keeping his eyes on the approaching being of great dark power. 

Strangely, this time, he was simultaneously approached by another being, one with no detectable alignment. The man appeared calm, and was unusually silent as he moved. He looked bored as he snapped a dried twig fairly close to the half-angel paladin, who watched him curiously. Eclipse made no offensive moves, but made it clear he was keeping his eye on both of them, especially the evil undead one.