[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
The necromancer watched her as the warrior continued chatting, acting friendly. It was disconcerting, as though she were trying to keep him disarmed. [i]I won't fall for it.[/i] Caractacus thought, dropping the fake smile. He stopped sweeping the treeline for a moment to focus as she continued speaking. Evidently, she was less the hunter than she was taken for, more a warrior. Her armor seemed more for combat than stalking some beast in the woods. Caractacus let out a small laugh, this one far more genuine than his earlier attempt, at Kathryn's joke. [color=dimgray]"No, no, that was f-funny. Quite funny."[/color]

The warrior was clearly still anxious about the undead, she clearly flicked her gaze to watch them as they worked. Though maybe she was watching the spectacle of a half-dozen zombies gathering wood with the characteristic intelligence of their kind. Still, they surely were going at least as fast as if Caractacus were doing the work himself, and they didn't get tired. Caractacus considered Kathryn's help to gather firewood for the night. On the one hand, it would make the work itself faster. On the other, she could simply be using it as part of a convoluted plot to get him away from his zombies and murder him. [color=dimgray]"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think..."[/color] Caractacus stopped, turning to watch as one of the zombies started ripping and tearing at the bark of a tree. [color=dimgray]"I suppose that yes, I'd l-like your help some. Not that I cannot, b-but...yes, thank you."[/color]

Turning back to look at his compeer, cocking his head to look at her as she removed her helmet. It certainly made her seem less threatening, or at least less immediately ready for combat. [color=dimgray]"It is not so strange. Is it weird when you hold your sword? They are like tools. They-they do the work of people, but are not so treacherou--that is, not s-so unreliable. Er, no, that does not work either..."[/color] Caractacus shook his head. [color=dimgray]"In any m-matter, I am quite accustomed to their p-presence. The dead can serve in a multitude of ways."[/color] An idea struck him as he looked at her bow. [color=dimgray]"In f-fact, I think I could help you with your work as well. If you need it, of course."[/color]