Necromancy. For most of his life, Aiven had harbored a special hatred for necromancers, exceeded only by outright daemonologists. Too often in his nomadic days, the cause of his being rejected from a given community was the suspicion of being a necromancer. It mattered little that the ghosts intent on pursuing him and plaguing his existence were there of their own volition, not his, but he had known the prejudice directed at the dark arts as thoroughly as anyone not actively practicing it could have. To suddenly learn Arion had been tutored in the school..it put certain events of history in a different light. His haunts had always expressed atypical dislike for the adult Arion, but Aiven had assumed this was simply the petty jealously of spirits seeing a healthy elven prince when their own had been deposed so thoroughly. Now he realized they had been afraid of him, sensing the lingering power of necromancy on his person. He felt almost betrayed to learn the truth, struggling to keep the dismay from his face by focusing on the other potential leads. Whatever Arion had done, this was not about him. This was about avenging Gabilgathal, the king who had shown wisdom unparalleled by lesser elves in giving Aiven a home despite his haunts.<br/><br/>"I owe your husband more than can be expressed for giving me back a life to live. The very least I can do is bring his killer to justice."