Shadilinn was an odd creature , and understood this fact rather well.Of course by odd it would not just mean dark skin, or race. She was even odder than her own kind. A hidden facintion with the dead was always looked upon by sore eyes. Aborline was long trek from Beymarsh, Minst. The fact that she was now in this town was in some ways coincidence, and in others not so much. A wandering necromancer was never unheard of just a small rareity. Though, people would notice the scars on her body first , it would not fully give awary the fact that she is a necromance. Well, unless a person had serious knowledge of the class they would just pass it as scars from battle.<br/><br/>She came upon an inn. It was like most inns which was crowded with people. These were the inns she despised the most. People always had something to say about a drell....but that was the least of her worries. Rumors were worth nothing to her so she paid little attention to what people said about how she dressed. Since most the time her mind was wondering on what would be useful to use on a new spell.<br/><br/>Once inside the inn her feet brought her to the darkest area of the inn formely named the left corner. It was dusty, and smelled like old mildu. Not anything unexpected in a spot probably less sat in than a rusted carriage. Her hands sifted through her bag taking out the last wanted poster of her from the last town she visited. Psssh, it says she's wanted for murder ...murder of what a freaking squirrel? It was a joke but of course every town assumes the necromancer is to blame. Eventually people in the town figure it out. She ripped the paper up in disgust. Killing people was one thing , but really she had yet to apply her magic to living humans. Hence, the meaning behind a necromancer.<br/><br/>She then pulled out a dead bird's body. This was usually when people in an inn started pointed fingers calling her evil. Maybe she was neutral but if pushed to life or death situation she would more than likely kill.  She laid the body out on the table its black feathers sprawled out as well. Then took her sharp nails on her right hand and scratched her left hand near the wrist allowing the dark blood to trickle down onto the bird's mouth. All the while, she mutttered an incantation trying to revive the dead bird having found it dead in her path while walking through town.<br/><br/>The bird's wings began to flutter as the bird glowed purple but then it stopped. Dead. This was how it always went. She huffed a sigh. What was it that was missing? Eh,she held up her right hand waving a  gold coin up in the air trying to catch the attention of a waitress or waiter. Most people were now trying to avoid her.