([color=8882be]Dominus[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

[color=8882be]"I'm... comfortable with my own mortality.[/color]" The Dominus mage said, slyly looking for a possible escape route. Things were not looking good for them, even with their compliance the necromancer did not seem to let them go. Maybe that was never the plan for the necromancers. They would kill them, and simply add to their horde of undead.

[color=8882be]"Do you believe Darlien will be compliant with what you want? He seems to be a bit of a free spirit."[/color] Were Darlien to be immortal, there would be very little in his way to destroy Praelium, save a complete annihilation of his body. [color=8882be]"He was pretty set on destroying Praelium. Or is that also part of your agenda?"[/color]

The Dominus' eyes caught a path to escape. There were two zombies who were far apart and ill equipped; their weaponry consist of a shard from a broken pot and a broom. There was little the thrall could do to stop the Dominus mage, were they to try and make an escape. They kept this in mind if things started to get too hairy.