[H3][u][b]How the hell have the group not killed Ricon yet?[/b][/u][/h3]

Ricon heaved a slow breath. Looking about and honestly grinning as the necromancer among them begins to raise the dead. Calling to Viktor, "Impressive work. Was never a school of magic I pursued. Corpses don't last long in a firestorm." He stepped a little closer, feeling a little more interested in another magic user than some of the more mundane, "How long do they tend to last? Or is it an until you don't need them kind of thing?" He grins a bit, watching Viktor work.

After a bit, he straightens up and looks around, getting his bearings, then grins yet again, "Rejoice, my companions." Then gestured in the direction they were moving, "If we continue, we will reach my cache in about 3 hours. By the time the sun is below the horizon and night reaches us. We ought to be safe there for the night. And then, after we've looked at it, we can continue on. And get to this mission, yes? Still wondering how we kill a god, though." His sprites let out little wondering coos as well. The one that's nestled against Ruby nuzzles against her hand lightly. How peaceful for standing in the aftermath of a battle.