<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/af/90/a4af9095d8a81f807fa1552ac72a1d37.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nazrysk Baelryg (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315256.msg15235029#msg15235029)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Throne Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The Necromancer<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>A gloved hand lifted a small piece of bread to the tiny fur covered rodent that was perched on his shoulder.  The small ferret accepted with delight as the animal companion quickly ate the morsel of food as if it were his last.  The half-orcs eye seemed distant as he thought about the words relayed in that letter.  An ancient necromancer? he questioned mentally as almost if the words made his covered eye twitch.  The deserter could be a part of this.  This was his first lead in months also, so maybe the risks would be worth it?<br/><br/>"How Much?"<br/><br/>Those were the first two words uttered by the cloaked orc kin whom quietly stood to the far side of the room.  There were very few he knew in this meeting, and even those faces he did recognize, he wouldn't call friends.  One golden eye glanced towards the old human royal, a man who no doubt knew what he was doing.  It took moments for him to blink as he weighed the options over in his mind.  Naz was a man of few words to start.  He was also quiet apprehensive when he got word from a knight who managed to catch him in passing.  The half-orc was a name, Naz of the north, a figure barely seen except only when he was obtaining the bounty for his latest mission he had taken.  Yet now, the Northern Eye stood staring at the king and asking for compensation for the duties.<br/><br/>Most would judge it as rude or even disrespectful.  Yet Naz's kin were accustom to short meetings and quick deals, so in factuality, it wasn't meant to be as rude as it sounded.<br/><br/><br/>