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Seeing as the necromancer girl was calming down, Sethan was greatly relieved. He released her and turned about to face her properly. His cooldown hug technique was actually a bit of a gamble, and had she not been compliant, at that range she could have rotted a limb or two off of him. That wouldn't have been pleasant, nor easy to fix. Modern necromancers never ceased to astound Sethan, but not in a good way. Their practices had evolved to become so uncleanly and obscene that necromancy had come to be known as a corruptive or taboo practice. This extended to much of magic as well; the art had degraded from its lofty origins to something dangerous and mistrusted, practiced only by iconoclasts. Truly the age of the sorcerer was long dead and buried.

Still, the young lady had the courtesy to introduce herself, and Sethan was one to reciprocate such a gesture. "I am Sethan, Son of Ra, Ruler of Souls, Twelfth in my dynasty," He said aloud, clear enough for those that he had not yet personally introduced himself to could hear. "Last King of Irem." He tacked on to the end of his already lengthy list of titles, though at this point he was facing vaguely in the direction of Isis. It would do well for the daughter of Nut to know that not all present had been cowed by her arrival.

Returning to face Anastasia, he completed his formal introduction, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said in plain English, as he had no idea what language she had been speaking earlier. Never the less, he preferred to make an impression on lovely young women, particularly those with potential in the arcane arts. He took her dainty hand in his own and placed a gentle kiss on her dainty fingers.

Though he very quickly turned his attention away from her, and back to the group as a whole, "Indeed, I shall join this voyage as well." He tried to pick a particular face out the the crowd to settle his focus on, and eventually decided on the most openly emotional person present, which was the red-haired woman. "I did not know your Max, but you can rest assured, whether it shall be to the depths of Duat or beyond, I shall set forth, and your friend will return. I swear this on the bones on my ancestors, and the Pillars of Irem." By the time he had finished making his glorious proclamation, his restraint on his aura was let loose, and she shone with all of his divine majesty, gold glittering, arms raised in dramatic triumph, and his fur coat billowing behind him.