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[b]"Necromancer?"[/b]

A dark look slipped over Atzi's face, but she reined her own emotions in swiftly enough. Even if this [i]stranger[/i] had just rendered the body of a friend unrecognizable. It wasn't his fault. He couldn't have known, really. Couldn't have cared. Didn't stop Atzi from perhaps applying a little too much force though, when she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him away from Achel's chest, before unceremoniously dropping him onto the ground. She looked at him in that moment with her one good eye, tilting her head to the side slightly. Bloodied and obviously scared, but in matters of that strangely 'indistinct' look that those cultists had, at least easily identifiable.

[b]"One, that's rude. Two, Achel is definitely a gravekeeper. The best in the village even."[/b] She leaned in, looking as if to glower over him, before deciding, perhaps at the last moment, to offer her hand to pull him up to his feet as well. [b]"And I'm Atzi. Leatherworker. Who're you and where didja come from?"[/b] A backwards glance at the Chiralta. [b]"Heck, he wasn't here a few days ago, was he?"[/b]