"Well it's got to be pretty damn strong for me to do nothing against it," Oryx replied as he kneeled behind Cewri, trying to get a look. "That or maybe I agitated it or something. I've got a hunch that our puppeteer knows more about us then we wish."

The Undead Vanguard looked back to the cabin as the flames took the entire structure whole. He mourned his chair more then the building itself, but he knwpew that at least both would have an honorable cremation, technically. Then he relized that he was talking about inanimate objects, and felt like a royal dick.

"What do we know about goblins and black magic?," Oryx asked. "I'm guessing that they must be working for somebody else."