Eri looked around at the dead bodies of his men. The Guildmaster had ran somewhere, no aid was at hand, and he was outnumbered. He hadn't been the one who had given the cloak, but well - go along with it. "I humbly accept your terms for surrender. On one condition - please tell your queen that her subjects wish to have the poll tax raised." With that, he disappeared into the darkness. He watched as the body of the 'dead' mage dissipated into thin air.

"Hello, Galen. Excellent decoy I made, I assume."
The real black mage had reappeared behind Galen, very much alive. "Don't you remember Zalem Duhr, your old friend from the Academy?" He looked at the graveyard. "And yes. What a fine piece of... necromancy. Never thought you would even dare to dabble in the art."