"What?" For a moment, Lucius forgot about the situation that he was in.
~It knows... It knows I'm not from here?~ he thought to himself. The answers he had been looking for could be standing right in front of him... but in the form of death. How ironic.
'Run. Get away. Run.' There it was again. The strange voice in his head. No, this wasn't a voice. It was a feeling. His connection to the forest, his earth sense, it was telling him to get away.
~Is the necromancer really that out of my grasp? No, I know he is. This was a suicide mission to begin with... A suicide mission, how many times have I been in one of those,~ Lucius thought to himself.
~Pagan's moon's wrath should've alerted the forest creatures by now, they should be on their way,~ Lucius thought
"In fact, I've never felt something quite like you. You're... foreign," the necromancer said, interrupting Lucius's train of thought. "So answer me. What are you?"
