Trevor
The necromancer didn't seem the least bit deterred by choking on the orange juice. She gave Sirdan a nod and grin, before continuing to drink more down at the same rate she had been going at it before. Needless to say, the mug was being drained rather quickly. But soon she was engaged with the conversation once again.

"Mhm, that type of magic is pretty handy stuff!" Varana confirmed with a nod an grin. "Especially if ya end up taking down lots of enemies."

She paused at the question, then nodded quickly. "Thaaat sounds like it could be fun!" The necromancer affirmed. "...Maybe Jeffery could be one of the other people?" Varana suggested jokingly. Of course, that was just one of her summoned skeletons.
Albert
"Indeed. Though I'll admit. I'm responsible for a surprisingly few amount of people's demise." Sirdan laughed. As if that kill counting is normal

"I don't know why people seems to brag about kill counts in the hundreds... Or whether it is even possible, eh. Rather not think about it." 

"Jeffery is probably as good as one of my run of the mill soldier. Good, but not that good. Still, if you feel like fighting together with me." 

Sirdan offered his hand,"I'd like to see how well you fight. Maybe we can meet at a training yard I can use outside? And..."

"Mercenary work is hard and dangerous. Can you defend yourself? And are you willing to kill?" Sirdan's cheery demeanor changed to a very serious one.
Trevor
"Hmm, theeeen it seems like some necromancy magic would be right up yer alley!~" Varana hummed with her usual grin, equally undisturbed by the violence. She shrugged at the kill counting comments. More bodies meant more blood, and more blood meant more potential for necromancy magic. But seeing how Sirdan didn't want to dwell on it, Varana kept these cheery thoughts to herself.

"Yeah, Jeffery is just a skeleton soldier. Nothing too special in terms of abilities." Varana clarified, briefly glancing over her should as if to make sure that Jeffery wasn't listening in or something. Evidently satisfied, Varana quickly glanced back to Sirdan to see his outstretched hand. She paused a moment at the offer, then nodded with a wild smile. Without hesitation, Varana reached out to gingerly take his hand. It was rather cold.

"Sure! We can do some training... And uh, that shouldn't be too much of a problem." The necromancer replied, her own cheery demeanor not seeming to waiver as Sirdan switched to a more serious tone.
Albert
"Then. Onward to jolly cooperation. I am glad to have met you."

"If you don't mind travelling a lot, I do most of my mercenary work outside of Salvainia. This place isn't as profitable. Peaceful. Great for the people, not so great for me.'

"So. Show me your power."

He led her out of the restaurant toward the New Sunlight guild - plenty of training yards to use there.
Dean
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Trevor
Varana nodded in agreement and followed Sirdan out to the guild training yard. "Oh yeah, I do tons of traveling! How else would ya be able to explore and find artifacts?" The necromancer remarked with a cheery grin. It wasn't as if she was born in raised in Salvainia. Though, now that Varana thought about it, she couldn't recall whether she had actually explained this to Sirdan. It seemed familiar, but... Well, they had already arrived at the training grounds and her thoughts moved on.

"Sooo, like summon a bunch of skeletons? Cast something that makes ya bleed from every orifice? Turn ya into a Beastkin? Orrrr maybe just a regular blast of something or other..." Varana began to rattle off some things she could do, unsure whether they were just here to show off some moves or actually participate in a mock battle. Either was fine with her, but she didn't *Appear* Particularly durable. Most would probably be skeptical as to her value in a close-quarters fight, and with good reason.
Albert
"Hmph. Well, traveliing would be fine. But are you up for doing anything morally dubious? Mercenary work is grey and shades of dark and white. It is... Quite interesting." 

"Can't say I've made every kill proudly." 

Sirdan turned toward her and then nodded. 

"Show me your summons and your spells. I want to know how powerful you are. As for me." 

Sirdan would summon a Longbowman and a Halberdier on the spot. 

"I probably can't summon as much as you, but they are good supplement for myself in a fight. I'd get in my plate armor, but that thing takes twenty minutes to put on, you know." 

Sirdan shrugged.
Trevor
Varana couldn't help bout cackle to herself at the question from Sirdan. "Yer talking to someone who raises the dead as a pastime!" The necromancer quipped with a ghoulish smile. "Besides that, morality is a social construct perceived differently depending on cultural influences. That isn't to say it is entirely a figment of imagination, buuut... It is fluid." She shrugged idly. "...In short, it should all be fine for me."

After hearing Sirdan clarify what he meant, Varana nodded slowly and began to cast some skeletons through her amulet. Poof! Four regular skeletons were brought to match them. They weren't particularly powerful, but there was a lot of them. "Hows this! They don't seem as strong as yours, buuut I could prolly summon double that in a pinch~" She hummed triumphantly. 

"Oooh and, check this out!" Varana subsequently cast a size transformation spell, increasing one of the skeletons into a size at least twice their usual form. "That's pretty nifty, huh?" She remarked, beaming.

For the time being, she avoided anything that would actively harm Sirdan.
Albert
"Oh comon. Raising the dead is a very different matter from making someone dead. You can at least argue you're giving them a good life. I ends them." Sirdan laughed, and then shrugged,"Morality is a social construct. Good way of saying you don't care." 

"As far as I am concerned, if it is part of a just war or a just kill, then killing people's just part of the business. That's how I view it anyway. If I think too much about it, I'll go retire and raise a few kids or something like that. Don't want that to happen." 

Sirdan shook his head. 

"Your skeleton soldiers ain't that bad. Conventional, spiritual troops are good - but there's advantage to having skeleton too. For example, a spear have a pretty hard time going throug-." 

"Want to compete?" 

Sirdan cast a spell of nondescript transformation, turning himself into a Titan. Then, he cast a spell of Size Transformation just so he would tower over her. 

Why?

Why not. 

"I win."
Trevor
Varana shrugged and grinned in her usual fashion. She wasn't cruel, but didn't exactly stop to worry about petty things like morality in the heat of the moment. Regardless, Varana did not seem to have any problems with mercenary work. It was a quick way to make money on the side, sure.

"And if ya find something that's valuable enough, there'll be a horde of people trying to kill ya and steal it! Gotta be prepared to handle stuff like that... Let's just say Jeffery is an Ace bandit slayer!" Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration. But Varana wanted to seem competent in front of the powerful mercenary she had stumbled across.

At the sight of a giant Sirdan Titan, Varana blinked. Her odd smile seemed to waiver for a moment. "...Yer bigger than me normally anyways!" She protested at his claim to victory. "Take this...!" In response, the necromancer cast a major illusion! Even if Sirdan was smart enough to see through it, surely he could tell how something like this might be handy.

Slowly, the ground seemed to rumble beneath them. Dark red blood appeared to ooze from the earth. Up with came inanimate skeletal remains and partially decaying corpses. The stench of blood, earth, and rotting flesh wafted through the air. It was as if they had stumbled into an fresh, upturned graveyard. But of course, it was all just an illusion within their immediate vicinity.
Albert
"Indeed. This is a world of violence. We are lucky to live in a city where the law holds. For the most part." 

Sirdan untransformed and then returned to his normal elven form, wondering if wasting all those mana was for a good reason. 

Then, he would look at the illusion, it was obvious that... Right... Such a mage wouldn't be capable of something this powerful. Right? Right? 

Sirdan took in a deep breath as he examined the illusion, and then proclaimed. 

"....How... Do you summon something this powerful?"
Trevor
Varana blinked. Wait, Sirdan hadn't seen through it? The necromancer grinned proudly, mustering the closest thing she could to an evil laugh. Using some more illusion magic, she managed to make her voice sound rather distorted and almost demonic. "Mwahaha! No one shall ever know the true source of my powers!"

There was a brief pause as Varana basked in the moment. But then she waved her hand, dispelling the illusions with a fit of uncontrolled giggling. "It was... Just like... The best illusion ever!" Varana revealed rather smugly, trying to keep herself from twitching too much at all the excitement, though she was not entirely successful.

"Hmm, maybe I could teach ya sometime? Buuut in return, ya gotta show me how to summon a proper chef! ...Unless you want me tagging along for eternity~"