[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color][/center]

Alberich gazed at the necromancer with an infuriating rage resting in his eyes, but he did not move a muscle to signify any ill intent towards Caractacus. The lumberjack had a burning desire to bring rest to the fallen the necromancer had so easily raised to fuel his undead army, but there was little room for him to make a mistake that might cost Alberich his life. Rothar had not shown his face despite their plan, and the lumberjack was surrounded and outnumbered. As the zombies pulled back and Ysran explained the situation to the necromancer, Alberich looked on in confusion. His captors kept stating that they weren't allied with the Dark Lord, yet there was a necromancer right in front of him, body and soul. Were they just toying with him before the lumberjack was to die, or did both parties truly misunderstand? 

The lumberjack began to think the latter as Ysran politely asked the archer to stand down, just as he asked Alberich. [color=aqua][i]There was a misunderstanding, alright. A soldier of the Dark Lord wouldn't ask such a thing in such a way. If they were allied with him, I'd most likely be already dead with these numbers.[/i][/color] Taking the time to fully stand up and sheathing his weapons, the lumberjack turned to Ysran, but with caution in case the newcomer might try firing that bow of hers. [color=aqua]"Elf, I do not know your name, but I must tell you. There is still another in the forest that was to aid in me our assault, but I haven't seen him since we parted ways. He may still be out there, waiting for an opening."[/color] Alberich stated as he glanced at the apprentice that almost took his head off with a powerful lightning bolt. He wrinkled his forehead, his gaze signifying distrust. The lumberjack was always against magic, and she had just so carelessly shown to the world why Alberich disagreed with such use of the gods' power.