Gilbert merely looked at his assistant fall. He had known him for 5 years and really he felt nothing for him, even now. He sighed and looked at the elf, annoyance with a slight amount of anger could be seen on his face. No fear, no confusion. "And they say I'm the evil one, as they intrude in my home and kill my people. Ridiculous." Gilbert crossed his arms and stared at Aslon.

"There are two reasons you should surrender now before you make me really angry, elf. First, as you have now the misfortune and privilege to encounter this castle's master necromancer, I command all the undead in it by sheer will and as I will it, they are now coming this way and you, fool that you are, cornered yourself by coming down here. I'm almost insulted that you trapped yourself and I didn't have to execute some kind of plan. Anyways, apparently the long ears you creatures sport have some use, you should hear them coming even now."

He smirked and snapped a finger. The necromancer began to arise from the dead but rather than getting up stayed on its knees and hand. "Second, if you do not know I am Gilbert the Immortal, undying, unkillable impaler. Three of those nicknames refer to how I cannot die and so the intimidation power of the arrow you point at me loses quite its effects. Then again, maybe you think I'm a vampire of some kind, a wooden shaft in the heart to immobilize me and then cut my head?"

Gilbert took a few step back to the table and raised the cloth slightly on the body to show the face of the dead elf on the table, he seemed almost at peace. "One in the head, one in the heart and my head sliced out of my body later I still stood. Always underestimating your enemies, even now it is what caused your downfall elf... Note that I speak in the past tense, for you have already been doomed the moment you step in this castle. Surrender to me now and I shall be merciful... Maybe."

Gilbert got in front of the undead necromancer and sat on his back, using his once apprentice as a stool. "But I don't expect you to do that, so what's it going to be? You trying desperately to run away and being mowed down by a hundred swords or going through me, doing little more than making a mess of my clothes and then pushing downward to find an exit which doesn't exist only to delay the inevitable?" He had a small fit of arrogant and self confident laughter.