Marcelin lets out a confident laugh as the undead crumble, a wide smile appearing on his lips. [color=fff200]“Wonderful! What a fantastic beginning!”[/color] The storyteller says, skipping ahead in his usual levity. 

As the group descends further and is faced with the decision of which path to take, Marcelin crosses his arms over his chest, making the quill, firmly held in his hand, tickle his own chin. [color=fff200]“On one hand, the warnings might be genuine. On the other hand, it might be but a ploy to keep us from something the dastardly necromancer wishes to remain hidden!”[/color] He said while snapping one finger.

Slowly, his head turned to Samuel. [color=fff200]“But I agree with the coinflip. Shall we thread through the path woven by fate?”[/color]