The deep, black waters of the pool disturbed yet again as a series of figures trudged out of it, surfacing bit by bit. Thankfully, they were not trolls, but not much better either - two hulking skeletal giants, blackened bones protruding from suits of plate armor strapped to their fleshless bodies. Clinging to one's back in a third figure, smaller than the first two, coughing and hacking up water as his head breaks the surface.<br/><br/>Together, the three creatures are more identifiable; the necromancer who called himself Veskin, and two of his reanimated giant minions. The pair of equally dead trolls he had previously been accompanied by were nowhere in sight, but their master seemed oddly unaffected by his submergence. Despite still dripping water onto the cave surface as he climbs down from the giant's back, the man appears completely dry, his black shirt and pants without so much as a wrinkle beneath his chain armor. One of the giants has a long-handled scythe jammed between its ribs, and Veskin retrieves the weapon as he takes stock of his surroundings. No other survivors in sight, but judging by what he could see, there had been creatures here recently, and judging by the clanking sounds of full plate down one tunnel, they were still close. If they were friendly - strength in numbers, and all that. If not - the same principle.<br/><br/>Unhindered by the pitch blackness, the trio sets off down the right tunnel, cautiously but making no attempt to conceal the noise of their travel.