*Mumbles incantations faster*
Getus me outus!
Getus me outus!

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I appreciate that. I don't want you to be caught off-guard if someone offers to help with less amicable goals.
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It was most appreciated.
@Kenshi ;D *fast typing noises, keyboard starts smoking*
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Promien barely shifted his gaze, though the pools of silver flecked shadow that were his eyes found Mortus all the same.
"Promien."
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"The start of our planning for one," Maere said bluntly before crossing his arms. "We've been discussing what we should do in the world beyond. The druidess suggested taking care of some bandits so a group of tribals living nearby will be indentured to us, and Promien agreed. Shocking thing for him to do really."
The young necromancer cast the man a withering glare, though he made a point of ignoring it in favor of carrying on.
"I say we should just kill them all myself. Bandits and tribals alike, but this is a democracy so..."
He gestured vaguely at the air, apparently content to leave the conversation at that.