Revnen made his way to the entry hall. On his way there he realised he had forgotten some notes he had scrawled in the library, alchemy formulae, some research on the effects of stimulant stones, it wasn't unusual for him to become absorbed in research just to keep his mind off seemingly larger, deeper matters. Then there was Norticon, the librarian and fellow instructor. He had heard rumours of the necromancer before joining the faculty, none were true though. To Revnen, Norticon was a man to be revered and respected. He admired him, if not for his vast knowledge of the arcane then for his inner strength in having the resolve to bind his soul to this world. Men become weary of life and few, even necromancers, desired to be eternal and have their ability to grow magically, handicapped. He walked over to where the necromancer stood, " Greetings Norticon, I seemed to have forgotten my notes. Is it okay if I let myself into the advanced alchemy section?",  that area had been made restricted, even the instructors needed permission to enter.