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Spooky's flaming eyes shrunk in annoyance after hearing this man call him a "fine specimen". He still didn't like the situation, but his story made some sense and it didn't seem like he had any bad intentions for either of them. Offering the bottle that helped his friend deal with the smell that he definitely couldn't sense, was a kind offering. Making the crowd of Undead was kind as well. Still what does he have to gain for all this. A chance to just observe Spooky?

As the man lead them to the tower, Spooky felt at home at first. The sights making him more of home than the feeling of eeriness he would assume most would feel. He could also feel the force that repelled the wandering Undead. He felt a overwhelming presence of danger the wards placed for the undead. Spooky knew better that it was just the Wards doing their job, but it only made him feel more cautious of this man. With the invite to stay, it pushed him to finally speak.

In his harsh, guttural voice, Spooky addressed the man. Not allowing his friend's question to be answered first. [color=f26522]"You first tell us you seen many undead being created. By whom?[/color]". Spooky brought his blade to bear. Slamming it's massive figure besides the Man, the Sword's hilt standing just over Ikebode's head. Showing he was deadly serious about the questions. [color=f26522]"Furthermore... What purpose does any of this serve? Why would anyone risk their life to conduct research about the Undead, besides if to destroy them? Especially one who has already seen how they are created..."[/color]

The sound of the blade seemed to catch some of the local Undead's attention. Adding a little more to the stressful nature Ikebode was probably feeling.





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