on the edge, liem had recovered from his wounds. his close caked in dried blood and dirt. he was suprised that all the guards had ignored him, 'big mistake,' he thought as he reached for a pouch on his belloleer. opening the biggest one, inside a bell of necromancy, Astarael, the weeper. ''i thing we'll fight on my battleground,'' he wispered then rung a harsh but pure note. sending everyone's spirit to the first precinct.