Chapter 11

“Ilixo is an ass, you’re scouts,” Randy says, summarizing. He looks between them suspiciously like he knows there’s more. He’s right. There is so much more but how can Wes tell everything about their long life in an afternoon? He can’t, and luckily Randy must’ve understood some of this, because he continues, “Now, you’re trying to find the necromancer to get information on him and report back to Ilixo.”

“…Yes and no,” Ollie replies. “We don’t need to find the necromancer to get information. We’re already drowning in it.”

“I had hoped it’s nothing, just people being weary of death. It puts people off.” Wes snorts. “But it doesn’t look like it. People rarely have the same version of events…and, well, they don’t do here either.”

“We only took so long because the people are confused by the location in a way that defies simple unreliability.” Ollie shrugs. “We suspect it’s a spell. We’ll find him eventually.”