(Insignificant, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The man chuckled at the Dominus' reply. It was naive, they obviously had no understanding of the world's truths. The necromancer grinned as the undead dropped the corpse next to him, pulling the head from its teeth and dropping it as well. He had all he needed, he could leave anytime he wanted, but he just wished for one more opportunity to perhaps change this fool's mind.

He slashed his right hand outwards, disintegrating a mass of the undead, he no longer had a need for them, he bore them no threat and he was attempting to show that.

"You're naive is what you are, mortality is conquerable, simply accepting it shows a lack of ambition," he spoke before realizing something just afterwards. "Oh, of course you lack ambition, you're a Dominus, your purpose is to protect your country. Admirable, not that it will save you," he growled with a grin cutting across his face.

"Darlien's nature is known to me, I will take the proper precautions to ensure that he obeys me. He is a youth, and yet to reach his full potential, if all goes according to plan, he will still have much to learn," he explained matter-of-factly. "Of course, you know what they say about best laid plans. I have prepared for every eventuality, in the worst case, I seize control of his body and complete my plan alone," he said arrogantly.

"If you wish for immortality, you will accept my demands when I return, if you remain a fool, I will force it upon you," he warned as he rose a hand. He threw it downwards and the city was covered in the same dense fog as when he had first appeared, he grabbed the corpse and fled into the fog.