A man sits in a stone room at his desk. Weapons adorn the walls, from intricate to simple all of them are placed carefully in cases where most have remained for years. There is a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The man’s voice was booming and clear though he spoke at his normal tone, even in the room where it echoed across against the stone.
A young man clad in leather armor enters.
“Sir.”
He solutes to the man behind the desk who quickly waves him off.
“Some news from last night sir. One of the rats has claimed to see a necromancer fighting in an alleyway of the southern part of town.”
“And how reliable is this claim?”
“Not very, the man seemed most interested in the reward but it is indeed true that something happened in that alleyway. Three bodies were found with multiple stab wounds.”
“Then it is consistent with skeletons it not? Do we know where they went?”
“No evidence has turned up yet. However, three people were seen running from the location at the break of dawn. If I had to guess this was just a gang fight that he played up for the bigger reward.”
“We still have to do our duty. If there is an active necromancer in our city it’s nothing to scoff at. Send more patrols to the area for the next week. If nothing turns up we will resume our normal patterns. It’s not all that long until the next wave after all.”
“True. We must prepare as we can.”
The man saluted once more and left the room.
The captain of the Re’avire guard rested his head with a hand on his chin as though in thought before returning to his paperwork. No matter what’s happening outside he has to make requests to get the supplies and manpower to fix it after all.
