[Center][H2][color=662d91]Ysran[/color][/h2][/center]

Looks like the party agreed. Except for the Necromancer. He just seemed to get dragged along. Hm. Poor guy. Guess there really wasn't much else to do. Ysran spent the next 20 minutes or so reading his texts. That's odd. He hadn't forgotten his spells. How strange. He thought those would be the first to go. How strange. He quickly skimmed over each text, just to see if he'd forgotten anything. And... it appeared not. Everything was still burned into his mind.

He turned to the village. Most seemed to be doing their everyday thing. Smithing, farming, et cetera. The boy who said he'd be going with was... somewhere out of eyesight. He didn't quite feel like looking for him. Whatever. He went back to his tomes. Hopefully this hour would go by quick.