"From? oh of course not... I admit I used to dabble in the necromantic arts but..." he shrugged his sholders "trust me m'lady, nothing good comes from that route of study." his hand subconsiously drifted to his face thinking about the beautiful, but bizzare form under his scarf. "I just thought I'd see an old girlfriend off, you know, get togeather one last time before she went into the light." he looked her over, his body was impressive by normal standards, he had to hand it to the unicorn blood it made him enchanting of appearance and persionality [18 chrisma WOOT] he could smell the blood on them and see the splaters on their clothes "Let me make a guess here, you guys are chasing some necromancer, cult, or psychopathic nutcase, and they are using the rune to get in and out of this dirt poor town. You lot are going to jump in, and hope for the best."