X's gender was not easily determined by anyone's power. Though many assumed that X was a lady due to the long hair. X never disclosed whether he or she was male or female. That was actually no one's business. The spirits that had been around X began to form solidish visable shapes. The snake spirit hissing in the man's direction. She or he merely stroked the ghost like it was a living enitity. To her or him it was. Death was X's game. X dealt with the dead. X was also the only necromancer in the entire city. The other Necromancers had long since perished. All that remained was X. THere was other types of mages but not another Necromancer. X just studied the man. Keeping a gaze on him. There was something powerful about this man. Something akin to his or her own level of power. Something different too. This even X could sense. What X couldn't determine was what made this man so special. So different and interesting when everyone else in the world bored him or her. X glanced at the bar maid when she spoke. "No. I have no need of it." X said in a monotoned and almost icily eerie voice. Before X then focused in on the stranger. What was he doing here? It was a mystery. The man did not fit into the normal cliche of this city.