"I am well aware of the suspicion my powers bring. That's why I had to leave home." His helm tilts slightly at the mention of the game."Do you know how to play it, or was it just a rumor you picked up?" He seems zoned out, the heat and light from the desert making him slower. "I need to get out of this sun." He looks up, and sighs. "I've had to use necromancy to harm others before, but I always try to talk rather then fight. But when it's a hot shot paladin, determined to "Kill the unholy scourge", I've had to use far more dangerous spells." His eyes seem dimmer in the heat, but the ground he's traveling on is slowly freezing beneath him. "How many sentient undead have you met?" He begins twirling around his scythe, making a complex binding of magic around him.