Betrayal

Lord Thalmus looked at the shoddy attire of Gregore in disgust. "You're still as drab as ever, I see. Tell me, have you been keeping tabs on our little elf angel?"

The necromancer lord nodded. "The people I sent to the guild told me she left for the dungeon. Are you still going to continue with the plan?"

The demon shook his head. He frowned remembering what the demon lord told him. "I have a different plan. How many necromancers can you mobilize? Is it possible to get an undead army into the city?"

Gregore put a hand on his chin. "It's possible. With all of us here it won't take long to do it. But there is one problem. We lost the skeleton king. If we set up something against the capital now…"

Lord Thalmus narrowed his eyes. "You don't seem to realize who you're speaking to. The skeleton king is no problem. With me here, your little group should be able to summon the dead from the demon realm itself."