As soon as Roan left the tavern, another man in a black robe entered and sat at the table where Roan had sat previously. He drank the beer that Roan had left in one chug and set down the mug on the table with a bang.
The tavern keeper glanced at the man and then walked towards him.
"What was the kid asking? " The man asked the tavern keeper in a husky voice without even a greeting.
The tavern keeper replied, "He asked about the dead zone. Looked like a clueless kid with no idea what he was doing. "
The man nodded at the answer and walked away. Clueless kid or not, anybody trying to know about the dead zone was a threat to him. And he didn't like a threat.
"Kid. You better not be going to the dead zone. That grimoire is not something that anyone can get their hands on. Even if you are like me, a Necromancer. " Well even if that kid somehow managed to survive and got out then death dealers would be there to greet hi.
