The foppish man just stared back at her looking nervous...unsure of her intentions. When she made her vehement challenge he stifled a giggle, corners of his mouth twitching. Watching her take care of the skeleton he clapped his hands in a way that suggested both sarcasm and childlike amusement. He loved magic, and hated magic users, having no talent with it himself. He looked over her shoulder as she wrote in her journal. "I thought you were writing about botany?"

He shrugged and watched the pilgrim rush into more of the undead monsters with a battle prowess that he respected. He loved fighting, having no talent at it himself.

"In any case, books are to restrictive. Only about one in ten people know how to read or write...and that's being generous. He checked his well manicured hands, frowning at the paint on his knuckles. "But a picture, ah, well almost everyone has eyes. A sentence describing this dreary place might be lost on most, ah but a beautiful snapshot of this waste..." he gestured at the barren expanse in front of them. "Now that speaks to everyone, evoking their deepest emotions...hmm...perhaps a mosaic using religious iconography." He ignored the battles around him, his massive minder plowing forward in front of him. He had two axes now, one in either hand, and crushed any corpse that was foolish enough to get too close, already bored with their slow, clumsy attacks, wishing he could fight the other warrior, the one with the mace, he looked like a scrappy little guy, and strong too. Hmm, perhaps he'd get his chance later.

The giants musings were disrupted as a skeleton rushed him from the other side, burying a heavy spear in his flank. He looked down at it, as if it were an unfortunate stain on his cloths. Dropping his axe he snapped the heavy wooden shaft, splintering it. Taking the broken haft he punched it through the brittle skeleton. Picking up his axe he sniffed. "No sport at all."

The foppish man glanced at him and chuckled before turning back to the sorceress. "My man Ulric's a tough beast, got the constitution of a divine nature. I found him in the northern mountains a few years ago. He's a holy man actually, follows some savage barbarian faith. Dumb as a stump...but a good man none the less."

"Anyway, I've had no one to talk to but him for so long, it's nice to finally meet the legend herself. You seem like the most likely chance I have for a decent conversation at least. For that alone you have the deepest thanks of Phineas D. Walburn, Earl of Sillex." He bowed low, taking off his feathered cap.

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