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[@Adalea]

	Lunearo turned to the thief. His eyes were barely visible, and seemed to gleam with his power and twistedness. He quit his jolly charade, and showed his real demeanor. [color=39b54a]"Before I tell my tale, I will warn you not to ask such a question again. Not for my own sake, but rather because my life has been harsh and cold, like the company I keep, and has been known to disgust and unhinge others. A year prior, the village of which gave me the responsibility of keeping their dead came with ten new bodies for the earth to consume. They relayed to me what happened, and I dealt with the other duty as Grave-Keeper. A Noble had a claim to the land, which he intended to use for farming with tenants. This, of-course, did not sit well with the village occupants, so he displayed what would happen to them if they stayed. Hence the corpses, which was quite a mess to bury."[/color] One of the possessed Ravens landed on his shoulder and looked at the girl with unforgiving malice.
	[color=39b54a]"Once night had fallen, I left my home with my mask, cloak, and dagger, as well as my grimoire in case a stronger spell was necessary. I found the Noble's encampment, which was filled with guards, workers, and wagons filled with resources. I was scouting the camp, devising my plan, when one of the guards got the drop on me and knocked me out. When next I woke, at least, to my memory the next time, though it is possible I woke before that, I was delirious,in pain, and weak. I heard shouting, and looked up to see the Noble and a man in armor, armor of the Sacred Flame, arguing over something. I was in shackles, and my face felt numb, while my arms burned and I sat in a pool of my own blood. The man gave the Noble gold, and that was all I saw before blacking out again."[/color] He held his chin as if trying to recall the full events. [color=39b54a]"The next time I woke, I was on a horse, no longer shackled, but the horse I rode was not under my control. My eyes were still adjusting when the soldier of the Order spoke. He apologized, saying he was tardy, but I knew not what he meant till I tried to feel my numb yet burning face with my scarred hand. I felt the mask. I attempted to remove it, but I could not find the latches it was supposed to be on. That's when he told me the Noble punished me for insolence by fusing the mask to my face. The mask [i]is[/i] my face now child. The order attempted to remove it once before, but it was, unsurprisingly a failure."[/color]
	He walked with the girl to his side for a bit before turning back to her. [color=39b54a]"And don't call me 'dude'. I am a Necromancer, not your roundabout human tower apprentice. I am Lunearo, the Grave-Keeper. I have no other names nor titles."[/color] The Raven squacked at her while he walked towards the Osiri. The bird continued to glare at her.

[@Rune_Alchemist]

	Lunearo walked next to the arena champion, nodding his head in respect. [color=39b54a]"Any being who survives the arena and becomes such a monsterous and feared warrior automatically has my respect. But your rebellion failed, and for that I berate you for not planning better."[/color] His eyes showed no hint of emotion and his voice was dull and raspy with a metallic scrape. [color=39b54a]"I mean not to insult you, but from what I hear, there was a whole in your plan. If true, I give the advice to keep an eye on all aspects of a situation, not just how you see it. To be honest, the accounts of the revolt was brutal and swift. It makes me question how well your captors planned."[/color] He quickly walked back to his place behind all three of them, keeping an eye on their surroundings.