The pale, well-dressed necromancer made no move to assist in setting up camp, or for that matter, do much of anything beyond watch the going-ons of the others with his slightly red-tinged eyes. The two skeletal giants that accompanied him stood equally motionless at his shoulders, though the newly acquired pair of wights shuffled their feet and fidgeted irritably while eyeing the delicious walking morsels around them - only the ever-so-slight rise and fall of the man's chest gave an indication he was any more alive than his servants.<br/><br/>"My chosen name is Veskin - that is what you shall call me for the duration of our travels together. As for my relevant skills in navigating an unexplored cavern network filled with hostile creatures, that should be patently obvious, and if it is not, I will quietly count the hours until I am free of your company."