[center][color=00BFFF][h3][u][b]Magnus Arhakaine[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
[sub][color=00BFFF]Location:[/color] The streets of Salaran
[color=00BFFF]Interacting With:[/color] Nor, Ntaj, and Thomas[/sub][/center][hr][hr]


	Magnus inclined his head in Nor’s direction, both as a greeting and as acknowledgment. Maybe the Dwarf hadn’t been invited into the conversation, but he wasn’t hurting anyone by joining in. Wasn’t as if there was much else going on in this hamlet to divert a man’s attention anyway. Remarkable just how boring a war with the orcs and an assault by the undead could get.

	Ntaj was quickly proving himself a far more thoughtful fellow than his brutish appearance would give him credit for. He raised a good point about the tracks, one that Magnus had considered himself while in the graveyard, though lacked the skill to follow up.

	[color=00BFFF]“Aye, there were tracks. Place has seen too much traffic though, ground to churned up and far too disturbed. It quickly went beyond my skills to track. Someone more versed in such things, a [i]huntress[/i] perhaps, could have better joy.”[/color]
	
	The mage, Thomas, mused on what he felt may be causing the zombie infestation. Long-windedness was obviously a requirement for spell-casters, whether they’re magic came naturally or not. [color=00BFFF][i]Da an Renard would’a loved this kid. All three of them could’a talked long into the night, just to realise at the end of it that not one of them had said anything of substance.[/i][/color] One thing Thomas said did pique his interest though. 

	[color=00BFFF]“Crimson Death? What’s that?”[/color] Seemed Ntaj was just as interested. Magnus had never heard of anything called such. Though rule of thumb was that anything with [i]‘death’[/i] in its name was gonna be bad times all around.