Name: Morgul the Necromancer<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Orientation: Straight<br/>Location: Funeral<br/>Time: 12 noonish<br/>Tagged: Eldrith, Rose, Victoria, Anyone else in Attendance<br/><br/>Morgul was a bit late to the Funeral but still would have been in time to join hands with the rest... had he chosen to do so. Instead he stood out side the circle and when the pyre leapt to the sky he raised his hands. At once the sky around the city courtyard was filled with spirits in elaborate robes and master-crafted armor weapons, wands, and staves raised in salute toward the flame shrouded figure in the center. As the circle broke the spirits vanished like morning mist in the sunlight and Morgul lowered his hands. He began walking toward Eldrith and Victoria, with a nod to Rose to let her know he was aware of her presence. Upon reaching them he knelt and place a hand on their backs.<br/><br/>"Calmly now, calmly. What kind of a sight is this to send off a friend with? At least give him one last smile to take with him on the long journey ahead." His voice was low and soothing, if tinted with sorrow, but his dark eyes were sharp and clear as they gazed down compassionately.