A drow ran through caverns as if his life had depended on it because at this moment it did. The lone drow was originally in a party of 4, his role was the spellcaster, a sorcerer to be specific. The plan was simple wait around the ruins and wait for a monster that looked worth it to appear. What the party has seen was a very large man in old but magical looking armor, it was steak on a mousetrap, opportunity too good to pass up. It carried a strange almost revolting looking staff, at first he wondered if the skull at the end of it was real now is he ran for his life, it was more worried that his skull was going to replace it. It wasn't fair, how the hell were they supposed to know that the merchant was on the move. A 8 foot figure in black took one step after the other toward his target. From an outsider's perspective it almost has looked as if the figure was taking a stroll. There was no need to hurry after the drow, for what living thing could outrun death? The party's was inevitable at the moment they had decided to attack him, he made quick work of the other three, however this one was special. He stopped moving and stood absolutely motionless waiting, a struggle could be heard farther up as two low ranked undead under his control brought him his prize. Knull bent downward to study his quarry, the drow had a look of fear that almost made it's naturally dark complexion pale. It began to plead to Knull even offering all it's equipment, but this request fell on deaf ears. This drow was a sorcerer, and a sorcerer's magic was tied to their blood, further study would be required. Knull grabbed the drow by it's neck, it's struggled and attempted to beat its way free but only did more harm to itself. Black arcane energy spread from Knull's hands to the drow and within seconds all like disappeared from the drows eyes, only a husk remained. He order his undead to bring it back to the ruins for more research. After that Knull continued to walk forward looking for whatever life he managed to come across one