The old council chambers of Portal seemed almost like a return home for the Necromancer. The Elders were already inside, as was a proud looking Rory Davith. They pestered him with questions and he answered them as best he could for a while. The matters then turned administrative and he basically just approved almost everything that the Elders and Rory had approved already. That is, until it came to the coronation…
"That's too much." He kept insisting. He had been going back and forth with the Elders for some time about it, but they refused to budge.
"The people need to see the king in a place of strength. Having an army of the undead-"
"Will weaken me, and leave us vulnerable to attack from without the walls." He responded. "It isn't-"
"It's more than feasible." Rory cut in. "Trust me, they wanted an entire army of thousands there for your coronation."