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 Knull could not find anything of worth on the rest of his "stroll", alive or dead. Due to his presence life was beginning to dwindle around the Tombed Archives that he had made his lair. The archives were once where bandits and thieves of all kinds made camps to ambush anyone who was interested in the treasures the archives held, now he had barely even managed to find a goblin. 
 
Perhaps he should he should begin his searches further from the archives, whatever choice for the future aside he had more important matters to attend to. There was a drow in his possession and although he would have preferred to keep it and study it live, dead was more than enough. It was rare for him to feel excitement, if he had skin he may have even been smiling.

 The giant skeleton lumbered towards the archives making his way through a hallway that led directly to the archives inside a lone skeleton in rusted armor marched back and forth, almost like a loyal sentry guarding it's post. This undead intrigued Knull and he took a moment to watch it, and as he did he turned his head to the end of the hallway where he had sensed life.