What Ahnasha described and how casually she was describing it was a little confronting. Fendros glanced around for a moment, but tried not to be concerned. "That makes sense, I suppose, but..." Fendros let out a sigh, "I'm not sure if the clan would accept a puppet corpse following your commands all the time. You know the stories about necromancers and the kind of people they become. I know you well enough that you wouldn't cause that kind of suffering willingly, but not everyone does."

After a couple of seconds, Fendros closed his eyes and shook his head, breathing out with strain. "This is just very strange, all this," Fendros said, nearly exclaiming, "I mean, actually talking about this one kind of magic that everyone reviles. I know it's the only way to do this without doing something worse, but I can't shake the feeling that we'll end up doing something...bad."