The pages of the book turned slowly as Lazarus ran practiced hands over them. It was just another story. Something to be consumed at leisure and moved on with. It had been an age since he’d read a proper book, let alone a work of fiction. As the pages turned he slimed at the antics of a witless detective and his clearly more capable female counterpart. Amusing to say the least but in the end the crime always got solved and the man took the credit while the female stood to the side. Something to be said about the way some people viewed the world. 

The man’s feet were propped up on the table in the center of the library as he moved with an insatiable appetite through the collection of books on the table. Their words filling a stomach left empty for too many years. Dragonsire and Dragonheir leaned against the table where they were within easy reach. The swords hadn’t left his side since Shard had freed him and he doubted they would any time soon. The other tools of his trade had been returned to him in short order. Umbra was hooked to his belt and the soulstones had been replaced in the necromancer’s girdle. High time too they were crumbling from use and lack of care when he’d finally reclaimed his raiments from the Vault. Ah well, things were going better now. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure why Shard had freed him. Something caught his attention, a ripple. A memory half forgotten. Looking up he closed his eyes and extended his senses. Was that…? No. It couldn’t be. Why would she be here?

Lazarus thoughts were interrupted by the door to the library opening and then something wholly new held his attention as Harn entered. [i]Well I’ll be damned twice. They do exist[/i]