Sarith, was curious, he contemplated this antihero idea...it could be a setup, noone in the evil society did anything if it didn't directly benefiet them, though, that was probably why he was sent, he was expendable. Bickering had aroused in the room, half, were for the idea, the others..well, not, Sarith, wasn't sure, this could be a chance to prove himself, a chance to gain power, but, of course, Madrigal, that decrepit, bastard, would surely try to steal the glory, he'd always been taking credit for, Sariths work. Sarith drew a grim expression on his face, he grew enraged with his thoughts, he despised Madrigal, but, he always was forced to bite his tongue, kill his words, he awaited the day that man died, he'd surely enslave his skeletal being. He tried to focus, the bickering had continued, he wasn't sure if his opinion would matter, he was a mere lackey to Madrigal, it was surely he, they wanted to hear from.

"She has a point, I wouldn't want to be allied with the likes of her, or that pocket fondler!" He concured, as well as insulting the two of them. He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and his voice became stern, as if he had authority, though...he knew very well, that he did not, but, this was another moment he'd wished he had. "Shouldn't we be paired based off our skills? Your straw idea could lead to a poorly divised party, parties should have balance...should they not?" he suggested, this idea had surely appealed to him, maybe he could earn some respect here after all. Madrigal had shot him a glare that could chill the soul of a lycan, Sarith, however, wasn't intimadated, and he wasn't going to pretend that was Madrigals idea...it was his own, and they'd know that.

Sarith thought about the scales, he'd heard many tales of them, but, he never took it seriously, but, it would explain how the world got this way, how evil was forced to back into a hole, in remote places of the world, sit in silence, sit in rage, those times would soon be over, he could only hope, but, then again, hope was for the weak, and foolish, those light loving nancies. He could surely improve his skill as a necromancer, and, surely, bewilder his beloved god with praise, and gifts, gifts of death, murder, surely he'd appreciate it. Sarith was ambitious, he needed to conceal that ambition better, for, if the wrong person were to take notice, he'd be spending an eternity as a slave, he didn't exactly welcome that idea, but, he'd rather die trying, then die as a nobody, a nothing, a never was.

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