(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The Dominus exhaled in relief, the necromancers were gone. Their life was no longer on the line. They could report back the necromancers intentions to the House of Dominus, explain everything and-

[color=f26522]“On the authority of Praelium you’re under arrest for… err, destruction!”[/color]

[color=8882be][i]Goddammit.[/i][/color]

They turned around to see a hooded man, knife drawn and pointed at the Dominus. They couldn't make out the details of their face, as the fog was just beginning to dissipate. However, the man spoke with Praelian authority, so the Dominus assumed they would back off once they explained themself.

[color=f26522]“Tell me you’re not going to try and kill me,"[/color] The man muttered, sheathing his blade. [color=f26522]“What did those necromancers want?”[/color]

[color=8882be]"Nothing of your concern, officer."[/color] The Dominus said, voice disguised with magic. Their voice was booming, yet not overbearing and strangely deep. [color=8882be]"Dominus business. Your Tyrannus will know soon enough. Speak nothing of this to others."[/color]