Vauldis viewed the ruined town before him. He had noticed the wreckage the previous night, he had also noticed the group  attempting to rebuild the town. [color=00a651][i]This could be an opportunity to gain some renown in the province. And renown can attract admirers. Admirers can become servants. Or food.[/i][/color]
Approaching the ruined town, he observed it from a closer distance. There were several buildings already being constructed, the necromancer noted the church with disdain [color=00a651][i]I should burn that if I get the chance, who knows what trouble those Divine worshipers could cause for me.[/i][/color] 
As the argonian reached centre of the town he looked around where he noticed many of the townsfolk entering a store. He followed, grasping some of his concoctions from his robe as he did. Entering the building, he spoke with a somewhat weak and raspy voice [color=00a651]"Does anybody require an old alchemists service? I noticed the activity around the town and thought you would appreciate any help you could get."[/color] Vauldis noticed the young argonian wearing hide armor, presuming he was a fighter, he revealed a red poison vial  He added the last part of his sentence hesitantly, he knew little about his races traditions but he was sure they refer'd to each other in such a way.

[@Aristocles]