Soon after Lilly’s light source was exposed to the cold of night the half elf emerged from within the Graceful Bark. Before the Aleran elf stood a fully kitted out Yvonne. Looking the small elf up and down Lilly realized just how ill prepared she was on her own. Traveling with a concert of wizards had spoiled her.

Hearing the interest in the smaller elf’s voice completely enthused Lilly. She exploded at the chance to share her handy work, “yes! I built this glove when I was just a girl. I’ve made a lot of changes and improvements over the years,” gesturing to the stone the dark elf continued, “I was able to get this stone to shine through several days of trial-and-error.” The dark elf woman held out her glove closer to Yvonne to give her a closer look, oblivious to Yvonne’s sensitivity to it’s light.

Lilthis’ lips scrunched as she contemplated what information she wished to share with Yvonne. The half elf had been so generous thus far.

“So... before coming here I was traveling. With a group of mages, studying magic. I know that back home all you and I would ever have heard about was the negatives,” losing a bit of confidence (and getting a bit chilly) Lilly shifted her cloak to cover more of her arm, “but trust me, it’s not as intimidating or awful as Alerans make it out to be!” Of course, Lilly neglected to mention that she had never studied necromancy. Or the dozens of times she injured herself around magical artifacts.

Surely though necromancy cannot be too different from the numerous other schools of magic. Lilly wondered how it may operate. Was it re-stimulating impulses in the brain and then mildly controlling motor functions to simulate what appeared to be re-animation? Maybe it did not modify the brain at all, instead using energy to propel the limbs of a corpse. If that were true then necromancy was not any different than other schools of sorcery.

“The only negative thing about magic is how lazy it can make some of its practitioners,” Lilly thought back to mages she used to see use magic to solve rudimentary problems. The sel darthirii went on, “but for the most part it’s fine. Just stick close and we’ll be ok!”

Facing the dirt path in the distance Lilthis spoke once more, “are you ready Yvonne?”