"I have made up my mind."
Sylvester expectantly awaited for the man to say what he wanted to hear. But he didn't keep his hopes up as it was impossible to read the necromancer's face.
"I will only join you as a member of the crusade supervision team, not as a member of your permanent arrangement as Sanctum Inspector. When the crusade ends, I shall be on my way… if I believe that's the right thing to do. If I feel that due to me, your image is suffering, I shall leave." Bishop Lazark frankly spoke his terms.
Sylvester chuckled, put his arm around the man's shoulder, and walked along. "Lazark, do you think your necromancy can hurt my image? On the contrary, I'd rather say that my image will uplift the image of necromancers around the world. My light shines brighter than any darkness; I've said this in many of my hymns."
