<strong>The Necromancer's Abode</strong><br/><br/>Gemedes nodded solemnly and sighed slightly<em> “I am afraid that is not that they do not understand Shiloh, it is that they simply wish to believe otherwise, the Necromancer's of Hollowfaust have always sought to spread understanding of our ways those that travel forth from the city are supposed to set example. And a fine example and record we had in days gone by, but these are dark times wars are brewing people loose faith in the gods they bicker amongst themselves they shun magic and point the finger of blame at whatever they may. I understand why they target me and I accept it as part of our way of life, few understand the traditions of our city and orders even the faith of the Grey King.”</em>He glanced down at his withered wrinkled old hands for a moment before looking back to Shiloh forcing a smile.<em> “The city of Hollowfaust is a city of survivors, the Necromancer's who rule it do not seek to rule the populace but to protect and run the city so all can live there. If not for the dead the city would have fallen, but whatever you may hear or have heard about our practice of Necromancy I would suspect it tainted and false. There are those who would ally with us perhaps but there are far more it would seam who wish to conquer and destroy, the Black Dragon amongst others has long had his eye on us.”</em><br/><br/>He went silent and glanced to the statue of the Grey King for a moment before speaking once again<em>“I came here seeking one of the Necromancer's of our city, she was once a notable initiate of arcane talent and the guilds of the city and the council itself had great hopes for her. She gained certain responsibilities within the city, but when unrest and siege begun she became distant and troubled she spoke of darkness and ruin she became obsessed with protecting the city its people and our way of life. She confessed to me of her concern of the faiths of others and the growing mood opposed to magic and different faiths, she sought answers but I could give her none. I heard rumour that she had left the city to travel and find answers, but I soon came to fear that she had become a victim of the Inquisition. I fear that she is lost to us an no longer clings to life, it is a shame she showed great promise and survival but if death did claim her I am sure that she welcomed it with a smile.” </em>Gemedes waved his hand in dismissal of his talk of the woman<em>“Sorry It has been some years since I thought upon her, I shall speak of it no more.”<br/></em>He glanced between Shiloh and Weom<em>"Would you care for something to wet your tongues ? It is been to long since I had guests I forget my manners."<br/></em><br/><br/>