Veskin and his 'companions' finally catch up with the rest of the group, the necromancer's vaguely haughty sneer comfortably in place.<br/><br/>"Trouble, apparently. How descriptive and enlightening. Any volunteers to investigate further?"<br/><br/>His hands dance through the air, conjuring a mesh of black sparkles that sinks into his body and vanishes.<br/><br/>(OOC: Move 30ft. up, cast False Life on myself for 1d10+8 temporary hit points. Skeletons maintain their standing orders to remain close to me and defend me from hostiles by advancing 30ft. as well, and readying actions to attack anyone who attacks me.)