[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
Caractacus slowly shuffled forward again, kneeling to finally cut through the rest of the ropes holding Eahara. He stumbled back immediately, to get out of range of any retaliatory strike. He sheathed the dagger as well, trying to hide any harmful intentions. [color=dimgray]"Well, we are all ac-acquainted now, yes? I see no reason for conflict."[/color] He nodded quickly. [color=dimgray]"I-In fact, here, let me just..."[/color] With a snap of his fingers, Caractacus's demeanor changed as he started ordering his undead.

[color=dimgray]"All four of you, step away from them, return to me. All others, return to my side."[/color] His orders resonated magically to all the zombies left in the town, and they shambled back toward their master from buildings and side streets, and the four that collected Eahara and Ysran moved into place behind Caractacus. 

[color=dimgray]"There! All's w-well, and no harm has come to any."[/color] The confidence gone, Caractacus tried a smile that almost looked convincing. [color=dimgray]"So you, M-Miss Eahara was it? You hunt Tharac, a servant of the Dark Lord."[/color] He nodded toward the kobold. [color=dimgray]"But what brings an elf like you so close to the danger of the borderlands, Mister Ysran?"[/color] He turned, this time addressing the elf.