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Descant smiled. Ah, she was surrounded by lovely men~ heart Her initial reaction was cancelled when Darsh spoke what was likely on all of their minds right now. What would the yet-unnamed visitor do or say to this? While waiting, her head began to sway from side to side to a tune her mind was playing.

"Well? How's about a name~"

"The name is Yarneth, I'm sure you'll know how to contact me if I can be of service, with anything. You should find me most eager to be of service. Well, I've said my piece and I'm quite pressed for time," Yarneth said, opening the door "My apologies for barging in, I can tend to be such a clod at times. Yarneth, you may remember that name, if you wish to remember me at all. Good day."

And with that he left, allowing the door to close gently behind him.

When the door closed, Menos took his seat once again and motioned to Darsh with his hand.

"No need, I tagged his shadow as soon as he came in here...one mistep about anything and he's as good as dead..."

He shifted position in his seat, his own shadow unwavering once again as he moved.

"...Now then...before attending to matters about raiding...what do you suggest we do with these various body parts and this one remaining body..."

It was true the man had left...but he had also left these bodies. On first instinct he would have disposed of it, but he wanted the coucil's input.

"...It could be a trap...better do dispose of the lot wouldn't you agree?"

Gavin simply tossed the frog across the table; in the air it siezed, grasped by an invisible hand which carried it to her on the breeze, as the necromancer himself leaned back in his seat with his hands folded upon the table in front of him.

He said nothing as the 'visitor' entered, making such a spectacle of himself. It was a miracle that he actually managed to make it out of the room alive... though there wasn't much faith left that this 'Yarneth' would survive another fortnight with these harriers watching over.

'Wallace.' It was no more than a thought. 'I trust that you'll take care of things?'





Outside - A small red imp bounced up and down upon the hood of the black hearse. It had no objectives, it had no purpose for being there... it simply ran the length of the vehicle over and over, upon the roof.

He shook his head in disagreement.

"If we indeed provide this body as food for the ghouls, then there is no telling what would happen. If it is some sort of trap, then it could wipe out some of our army..."

He voice trailed off as shadows moved up his back to his ear. He nodded and the shadow moved away.

"It would seem that our previous guest is in durem now...the tag was detected but not removed....odd"

He motioned back to the body.

"We need to dispose of this body, at least...that is my opinion. Once this matter is taken care of than I presume we finalize means of attack?"

It was caught and held in her right hand. They were talking about ways to get rid of that guy, right? While tapping the toad on the head, Descant spoke up. "Well you seem mighty passionate about those spawning pools. If he means so much to you all, then you're free to hunt him. I don't see him being an immediate threat..."

Then she thought for a moment. "On the other hand, if he tells people we're coming, it's going to be that much more annoying, dealing with the bravado of wanna-be heroes. I think we should finalize this plan, then come back to him so we don't stray too far on tangents."

Ah, the toad. After bending back and snapping the wing off its back, she leaned her head back and opened her mouth, dropping it in. One could see it pass through her neck as she swallowed it whole.

The imp, of course, continued to bounce... singing his merry tunes of death and dismemberment like all good little minions did...





"I have little care for what you desire to feed your pets, or when you decide to ransack and pillage," Gavin spoke up once more, as Hector set the silver platter on the end of the table and moved around the end to pick up the other encased body; the golem clumsily removing a square of back fabric from a pouch at its side and spreading it out across the ground. With tireless devotion, Hector picked up the entrapped victim and dropped him into the freshly spread portable hole before picking up the edge of it and folding it up once more.

"However, as you all seem to be thinking with your stomachs, I'm in need of fresh skin. I'll have the flesh and bones sent to you with a garnish if you'd like, Decruda."

Hector returned to Gavin's side, picking up the tray once more, with all of the tools and creatures in their cages sitting atop it.

"Beyond a few fresh parts, this raid of yours means little to me... unless I can find a few strong metas; preferably alive, though dead may do as well if the bodies are fresh..."