It took a moment for Mysaren to decipher Rimau's accent, before she nodded. "Yeah, I dabble a bit in magic." She said, watching as Rimau sniffed her curiously. She noticed the wince and mentally slapped herself. He smelled the corpses, she could tell that much. "Yeah, Necromancy." She thanked the gods that he didn't ask why she smelled like that. If anyone found out about her robbing graves, well, she was in a crowded tavern. She could try to run, but she wouldn't get far, and that made her feel might claustrophobic.

"They work for more than distractions," She said, glad that Rimau didn't seem to mind the necromancy thing, "They're not bad at fighting. Not great, but you know. Yeah, most people get a bit.. skeeved out by it. Never understood why." People's concerns and disgust with the idea of death confused Mysaren. Maybe she just grew up around so much of it, maybe her blessing/curse made her desensitized, but she saw nothing wrong or morbid about death. Death was just as natural as life to her, the two forces working together instead of in opposition.

Mysaren smiled, noting the rifle on his back. It definitely looked dangerous, and Mysaren wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it. "I do think that we would make a rather effective team, no? Yes, we could split the reward." They'd get plenty from the mission, and then she could split her half of the reward, and everything would be fine. Yes, she could make this work. 

She considered telling Rimau about her gift, the muttering and screaming in her head, but decided against it. He didn't need to know that, at least not right now. A power like that could be exploited, and even if she thought that she could take on Rimau by herself, she wouldn't know what to do if someone else in the tavern heard, someone bigger and stronger with more friends. Someone who would use her power to do bad things. Someone who woul- she decided to not think anymore about bad things happening to her. 

"I'm ready when you are, chief."