Were the situation different, Raa and keystone would be having it out. But there had been too little information and too muck distaste for him to stop the attack on their own mage. The sense of evil from the elemental, the dead cleric, the undead raised...It did not bode well.

He took a seat on what looked like it could hold his weight and looked to tho was his enemy mere moments before. THe scythe rested in its crook on his ankheg armor as he looked over everything with his heightened vision or dark places. One wizad for another still did not bode well, but at least this one was willing to talk in a more civilized manner.

"Explain, please. Who is he, who are you, and what is he to you?"