"What do you want?" Ezra answered the call, his tone cautious.
"Ezra, so eager to get started." The Necromancer's voice came through the line, dripping with dark amusement. "I hope you're enjoying whatever it is you're doing because it will be my pleasure to drag you away from it."
"Fuck you."
"Let's not waste time on such frivolities. There's business to attend to."
Ezra's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he listened. "Get to the point, Necromancer."
"Always direct, I see." The Necromancer chuckled. "Very well. I have for you, your first challenge."
"I do not care how you do it. You must get Ivo and Armand to private room 200 at the seventh Itachi restaurant in one week time. They must come at exactly twelve midnight. Not a day early and not a day late. And yes, not a minute early or late either. Don't be a smartass."
"We all can't be stupid like you." Ezra fired back.
