[color=a187be]“Hmm…hello there Mr. Corpse. Do you mind if I take something from you? Or do you still need those eyes of yours?”[/color]

The Dark Mage known only as Marianne stood still. Actually, it was really more like kneeling. Yes, here she was, kneeling in front of two fresh corpses. One was a charred black, presumably from being burned alive, and the other had a stab mark driven through is neck. Oh what a terrible way to die…but she had to admit, it was just more profit for her.

Studying the one with the torn neck, she had already decided that the burned corpse would be no use to her. By now, all of the soft tissue would have crisped over…no, that won’t do at all. Funny how no one was noticing her in the middle of combat doing such a morbid routine what with the sounds of a tavern scuffle heard from just around the corner. And really, why should they? The Church wasn’t her fight nor was any city conflict. Naga wasn’t a part of her fight either. All that really interested her right now was the supposed Champion…and those sweet eyes lying in the dead man’s skull.

It was rare to find such ghastly sights in the city of Ylisstol. Or at least, it had been rare if this was a few years ago. These days no country was safe from the ravages of war and black-hearted actions considering the dogmatic actions of the Church. Even the sight of these murdered corpses left to rot was no surprise to travelers such as herself, though the prospect of a warning to new folk didn’t faze her like it would some people.


Humming to herself, Marianne bent down and proceeded to study the dead specimen further when someone else caught her attention. Someone still breathing evidently but very much far away. Glancing up, her one crimson eye focused on a young man who seemed to be heading straight into the fray, a visible aura of anger and bloodlust coming off of him in waves. A Fighter from the looks of it….smiling, revealed herself from the darkness and padding over to his side.

[color=a187be]“Excuse me sir,”[/color] she called out politely. [color=a187be]“Would you mind in helping me do something? You see, I really need you to help me with a little corpse defiling. It’s of the utmost importance,”[/color] she finished, pointing back to the dark alleyway she had arrived from.

The Champion could wait. Eyes always came first.