[h2][color=af9d80][b]Roger Falkner and Shortclaw[/b][/color][/h2]

So, they would be facing necromancers.

Roger was unsure what sort of magic they'd be facing.  Obviously they'd be facing the horrors of necromancy, but surely these evil mages would have other arcane tricks.  In any case, they needed to be stopped.  If the Steel Princess was correct, if these necromancers were searching for a specific tomb, then they couldn't be given any more opportunity to uncover it.  Additionally, if there were living prisoners still among them, it was all the more pressing that that their captors be swiftly struck down.

The Griffin Knight wasn't sure what sort of tactics the enemy would use.  Just how precise of orders could a necromancer command an undead minion?  Would it tax or divert the puppeteer's attention, to issue commands to their rotted puppets?  It went without saying that walking corpses would feel no fear and exhibit no hesitation, thus any attempts to rattle them would have no effect.  Against a foe that would not- or more accurately, could not- yield, they'd have to go through, around, or over the undead to get to their vile masters.

When the Lamia gave her account, it took Roger a split second to realize that she was referring to him, misnamed as he had been.

[color=af9d80]"I am ready to go,"[/color] he assured Velvetica, as he glanced at his mount, [color=af9d80]"And it looks like Shortclaw is, too."[/color]  The griffin still had plenty of energy after their scouting flight.  [color=af9d80]"Oh, and my name is Roger," he added, addressing the Lamia.[/color]

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