Meen-La
Location: Orange Road.
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If one were listening between the shouting and debating, they would here a Saxhleel curse be muttered from the direction of a certain lizard.

"This one...has many, many questions. Why do you have one? Where did you get it? And why in the name of the great Hist are you [i]carrying[/i] it around like its a trinket?!" Meen-La would interject with a surprisingly hostile growl. "If we had been searched by guards or inspected at any point during our trip, how would you have explained it? A black soul gem? You incompetent, short sighted hatchling!" Meen-la Folded her arms across her chest, doing her best to resist just choosing violence as a solution to this problem as she inhaled deeply. If this had been someone in her old gang casually carrying around something like that...well. She'd force feed it to them after breaking their arms.

She cast a glance towards Auron, though it was hard for him and the others to tell what she was really thinking behind that scaly face of hers hidden behind her headdress. She had no qualms with necromancy itself, and her concern was mostly about public perception. It may not be illegal, but it would give the guards and their enemies both reason to detain or accuse them of something. The public tended to not approve or like necromancy, after all.

"Tsk, such concerns aside..." She shook her head, the feathers swishing as she did so. "It might come as a surprise to all here, but I am wholly against this as well. I may be no mage and do not have an intrinsic understanding of such matters but I have standards. Few, but I do. This is not something we should toy with and I agree with Auron here. To say nothing of the fact doing something will only breed mistrust between us when we should be working together, might I add."