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Leaning over the table, Alwen had been intently focused on reading an excerpt about the nature of souls but his unamused gaze drifted from the page. He scowled at the woman, his grey eyes studied her like he had been when he had been scouring through the pages of the [i]Encyclopedia Magica[/i] in front of him.

"[color=808080]I commend your attempt at flattery yet illusionary self images are hardly impressive.[/color]" Alwen remarked almost sounding bored, letting his gaze drop to the pages of the old tome on the table as he found the "[color=808080]Your physical being is here, but the image before me lacks a soul.[/color]" the necromancer peered up once more, moreover checking if she was still there than to engage her in conversation.

"[color=808080]Social etiquette would dictate I extend an invitation to sit,[/color]" he paused taking a sip of sherry, his gaze trained on Anath all the while "[color=808080]You may be seated.[/color]" Alwen sighed, reluctantly motioning to the chair across from him.