[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
Caractacus nodded while Ysran explained the situation. It had been as he thought, a thorough and foolish misunderstanding. At least now no one was hefting axes or hurling lightning bolts. Caractacus released his spell, as the lumberjack stood down, his zombies losing their empowered state. Caractacus was glad to be rid of the unnecessary drain on his own energy. [color=dimgray]"Very well. I am glad n-no one came to too much harm, yes? Aheh. Now, while I am s-sure I would seem intimidating, with the, er, zombies and necromancer garb, I a-assure you, I mean no harm to you. You m-may call me--"[/color]

Before he could introduce himself, Caractacus was cut off by another stranger from the woods, demanding yet another explanation. Caractacus didn't even bother to raise his staff. Still, he looked to make sure he wasn't moments from death. An elf, armed with a bow, ready to shoot. Caractacus gave a soft order, and one of his zombies stepped in between him and the armed elf, providing at least temporary shelter from any arrows she would send his way. [color=dimgray]"I s-suppose I will introduce myself to her as well...[/color]