“I understand. Still the same concept, though.” Mysaren said, glad that Rimau agreed with her. She was always afraid of finding someone who didn’t agree with magic, and she’d end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

“Necromancy, well, it’s not just about raising people from the dead you know. It’s about harnessing death, harnessing people’s energy, speaking with the dead, even. It’s death, and death is important, Rimau, as important as anything else, because death isn’t the end, it’s a new beginning! Death is just shedding your old skin and moving on to a higher plane, to explore new places and go on more adventures.” 

Mysaren perhaps was a bit too passionate about death. “Oh, I know, it’s alright. “ She said, stopping when he held his hand up. Mysaren sniffed as well, the familiar smell of corpses filling her nose. She sighed.

“Yes, I do.” She said, turning towards the ditch as well. Mysaren walked towards where Rimau was looking, to pull back a few branches and see the body that was in the ditch. “Recently dead, judging by the sword wound in his stomach it wasn’t natural causes. “ She stepped towards the body, kneeling down and looking it over. 

“Rimau, come here. I want to try something.”