The hosts of other Necromancers were clear to the eyes of Lazarus. No doubt they too were also the guests of this 'Mr Blackvein' and not just common fools, it would be most unfortunate for them if they were indeed the latter. However, his own host knew well enough to not meddle in the affairs of the practitioners of the dark arts, unless given specific orders to do as such, though it helped their causes that each host seemed rather self sufficient which was forever a boon in these lands. Looking around him, Lazarus took extra note of the creatures around them all, various forms of undeath stalked or otherwise stood around performing their usual actions. Even the human mercenaries seemed disciplined enough, save for the lustful savages that occupied themselves with what looked to be a female captive.<br/><br/>"Unsightly savages, the lot of them." Lazarus growled, had the woman been of a social standing that he actually cared, about, then he may have had 'words' with the mercenaries. But she was a slave, and as such helping her was far below Lazarus, and for all intents he assumed that it was not the mercenaries faults that their minds were so occupied with petty wants. Turning his gaze to the hosts of his 'fellows' he took note that many of them seemed lacking in terms of raw cavalry potential, though no doubt they were all perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, as evident by the very fact that they existed.<br/><br/>Turning his attention from criticizing the hosts of those around him, Lazarus looked on the tents before him and his vassals. A human, mounted on what looked to be a pathetically small excuse for a horse, had trotted up to them to greet them. He was some form of mercenary perhaps, he most certainly didn't look, at least to Lazarus, like a necromancer. But at least he was well spoken and didn't have the disrespectful tone of his kind, fortunate enough for him. When the mountain horses were presented, Lazarus almost felt inclined to refuse their use, for his own steed would be able, but courtesy was courtesy and he dismounted his own steed to ride atop one of the mountain horses. "Magnificent upkeep on these beasts." He commented, looking of the horse's coat which seemed to be in a rather grand condition.<br/><br/>The ride was indeed more comfortable, making light work of the slight incline of which it was forced to walk up to reach the tent of, who Lazarus assumed, to be Mr Blackvein. The party rode in silence, or rather the guide himself was silent, which was fortunate for him...provided he wished to keep all his body parts where they should be and not become a shambling mass of misshaped flesh. It didn't feel like it took that long for the stocky mountain horse that Lazarus rode upon to finish it's small trek up the incline, and before him was another large tent-like structure. Perhaps the lair of Blackvein himself, Lazarus could only hope.<br/><br/>Once more the guide showed his respect by announcing their presence, though he had likely been forced into more than anything else, and been under severe penalty of pain without end should he fail in his tasks. Lazarus didn't look around the innards of the tent with too much detail, but he did note that it was fairly well laid out and furnished, dominated by a large table in the centre of it all. It looked to be crafted from a more exotic wood, perhaps mahogany or something of that sort as evident by it's rich colouration. Blackvein himself was clothed much in the manner of a plaugedoctor, which explained the name 'the good doctor' that was spoken by his underlings. When Lazarus received his nod, he answered it with a similar, respectful, nod before saying. "Greetings, Doctor." And moving to take a seat. He had not been troubled by mercenaries, and as such he would not comment on them.<br/><br/>His vassals sat at his sides, Ulrik to the right, Belle to the left. But it fell upon Lazarus to ask for them, after all he had trained them that where still underlings and had yet to match someone such as himself or Doctor Blackvein. "If it is possible, then a glass of bloodwine for my associates here, and myself."