Jorde dutifully followed Christopharius back into the Forbidden Section, albeit relunctantly. The chains jangled abd the books snarled, and Jorde tried to stay away from anything that might try to bite him.

[center][i]A shadow passes over the room.

The door behind you closes and clicks.[/i][/center]

 Neither Jorde nor Christopharius notice this, but you do.

"Thats a dead body, alright." murmured Christopharius, poking the old alchemist with his cane. There was a slurping sound as some dark black blood poured out from the mangled form and hit the ground in front of the old wizard. "Fascinating. Not your handywork even slightly. This is some very dark magic. You know I wondered why he didn't turn up to our bridge session yesterday evening... I thought he was giving me the cold shoulder. He's always been a second rate apothecaire by my estimations..." Christopharius rambled on.

[@Duthguy]