Graguth & Besimious
Graguth turned in surprised. He had not noticed Libra. He gave a low bow, and stepped back. Keeping a close eye over the undead form that was controlled by Besimious. Long ago he would have considered her a close friend, maybe even a little more. At one point she was a member of the honor guard, though she fell in battle against the Black Rose. A bit of loss settled on his face for a moment before he focused on the matter at hand.
Besimious watched Graguth step aside. An unfamiliar emotion rose for a moment. A matter for later. She forced the minion to give a low bow.
"Now then," the minion had produced a dark purple dagger. A few old words escaped from its corroded mouth has it brought the dagger into its chest. Smoke began to pour out of it forming it into a ball of darkness. The she dragon began to make an image of herself inside of it. The smoke cleared at in its place sat a see through Besimious. The only thing missing was the large emerald that had killed her so long ago. With another low bow,
"let us get to business." She did not even look towards Graguth as she begun, though he was awestruck.
"Lord Drumagth of the Order of the Black Rose would wish to had a meeting with the Elder Council on the matter of destroying the original Rose. We believe that if it continues to exist it will work its way into our minds. Taking from us our freewill."