With an uneasy feeling, the necromarcs walked to through the gate to the figure of a person standing on the veranda. The air and the environment filled with unsettling eerieness more than unfamiliarity.
A deafening silence reigned all over. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed one after the other in this open and empty space.
"Please calm yourself. There's no threat for you to be wary of here in this yard. Approaching with caution is much unnecessary." The man's voice reached them as it rang out clearly in this deafening place.
The necromarcs looked around more and walked to him. Even with the assurance, they couldn't be completely free as they approached him.
The man's feetlevitated a bit just above the ground. He was covered by a brown cloak that was tattered at the edges. His face wasn't visible, just pure darkness that seemed to draw a person into an empty abyss was his face. Pitch black hair came out at the sides of the hood.
