([color=f26522]Holden d’Alnharte[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Holden did everything short of outright snarling at the sight. While his vision was not perfect with the current weather, he was no fool. The stench of death and twisted fate hang heavy in the air. It was the work of necromancy. He stood up, and looked for a viable target. It was not the first time he had dealt with the Withered Beacon, but this would prove to be one of the most dangerous encounters yet. There was more than a few cultists; those who commanded death itself were here. 

The pieces were too scattered for him to understand everything. Who was an ally remained a mystery to him. However, to stand and do nothing would prove to be a fruitless choice. 

[color=f26522][i]The commanding of the undead took no small amount of concentration. If that concentration were to be broken… [/i][/color]

The Exile took a deep breath, and took aim at the speaker for the necromancers. Perhaps he could break the focus enough for the third party to make an escape. With his exhale, his arrow whistled through the air. It narrowly missed the necromancer as he ran off with his prize. Though, seeing the undead fall in an instant fueled him with hope to make a difference. To dismiss the undead was one thing, but to resurrect them them would take more than just a gesture, after all.

[color=f26522]“Run!”[/color] he yelled, reaching for another arrow. He cursed under his breath, the fog being too thick to make any impression with a bow. Tossing it aside, he drew [i]Yusil[/i] and moved into the thick fog. He listened for necromancer’s footsteps, but to no avail. He was not planning on going empty-handed, though.

 [color=f26522]“On the authority of Praelium,”[/color] he shouted, [color=f26522]“you’re under arrest for… err, destruction!”[/color] When he reached the Dominus mage, one of his hands left his blade’s handle, and slide the knife from his belt. [color=f26522]“Tell me you’re not going to try and kill me,”[/color] he muttered, shaking his head. Of course, he knew nothing of Praelium’s workings; of the legal system, or of House Dominus. [color=f26522]“What did those necromancers want?”[/color]