Taraah laughed out loud as the wizard rated her performance, snapping her fingers and letting the reanimated bodies drop and rest forever. [color=ed1c24]"Words of ignorance form a student of only half the books that were ever written!"[/color] She reached for one of the fallen bandits that was not dead, only writhing on the ground. [color=ed1c24]"The use of magic can be distasteful, but not the magic itself. Necromancy can be used to raise an army of undead soldiers, or to heal injuries beyond the ken of healers."[/color] It turned out the subject of the demonstration was the bandit that Shina shot to the shoulder. Taraah ripped the arrow out, the arm hanging limply as the nerves were severed. Then, she cast a reanimation spell that replaced the severed nerves with magic. The bandit gazed on his arm that worked once more, flexing his fingers in front of his eyes.

Before Taraah swiftly snapped his neck.

[color=ed1c24]"And even the undead soldiers can fight for good."[/color] She cleaned her blade on a piece of bandit clothing, noticing with displeasure that indeed, as she mentioned at Shina's forge, the silver plating was wearing off too much for her eyes' liking. Sheating the sword, she returned to the wagon, wondering if anyone would mind if she took a bite out of a bandit's liver. It was good for vitamins! She decided against it though, silently praying this inn was better than the last. The innkeep seemed more bubbly and [i]awake[/i] at least. She looked back to Thaddeus, continuing their earlier conversation as if nothing happened: [color=ed1c24]"So... would you agree to cast the spell yourself if I show you how? I need only to observe the results."[/color] she suggested.