Priscilla gave the girl another incredulous look. A super isolated village? Ooookay, whatever...

"Necromancers- Sunder's told me about it, but he's never told me the ritual they use- absorb everything. Life force, mana, and all of it, through some ritual of sorts. That's why they're so powerful, he says- they're flooded with a large dose of power for each regular mortal sacrificed, and with a massive amount with any prominent magician they sacrifice. If Sunder says you have an untapped well of mana- well, a Necromancer could get to it."

She shivered, not wanting to think about the people lost to them, the lands that now belong to them. Before the Necromancers, the survivable world used to be at least three times larger. Now, they're stuck on a third of the continent. 

Priscilla wasn't a brave girl- she chose to work in one of the safest places possible, even if it was quite lonely and mildly questionable. Working for Sunder in his tower meant that someone would have to defeat a Lone Power to get to her- that gave her a sense of strength. But the thoughts of Necromancers shook her, and she wanted nothing to do with anything until she felt better.

Nonetheless, she forced a smile- if a little poor- and opened Jasmine's door.

"The bed is freshly made, there is a basin of cool water if you'd like to wash your face any, and Sunder will probably let you sleep in however long you need. If there's nothing else you need...?"

Priscilla hoped there was nothing else Jasmine needed.