[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords Tavern/Bar/Adventurer's hub.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No One. [/indent][/center]

The conversation went on, rather tersely, by the time things were dwindling down, and Thomas was just beginning to bade his way to meditations. Kyra had left sometime, and Ntaj seemed keen on following her. The other two patrons of the bar were considerate enough, but had added nothing of what they knew. The swordsman being all the least helpful, or perhaps he didn't quite grasp what sort of trouble a crimson death was. Or explosive skeletons. 

Although Thomas did have concerns of another attack, one where explosive skeletons would cause for more concern in this setting. Which was why he had planned to take a moment to prepare his spells, hopefully he would be able to get five Voids in, but perhaps it was best he consult his charts and look to the skies for a forecast if there would be celestial light or not before settling on using The Voids. Using that spell in the presence of light made it friendly to allies. Useful for pulling back an enemy from reaching an ally, or for preventing an escape. Satilla's comment about herbs and potionry did perk Thomas up from his considerations however, and despite the slight buzz he may be under, Thomas did saunter back over when she spoke of requiring stronger alcohol.

And with that, Thomas scurried to his purchased shared room, and his meditation began in the darkness of a roof, the blackness of the cosmos set to counterbalance all that is lit. For without darkness there would be no rest from the light, and all would be seared blind by the beauty above. Maybe this time they'd stop to interrogate the enemy, because any brute can go around killing things, but necromancers had plenty of materials lying around... 

All they needed to do was to cast the spell that would dig a hole in the ground.