Chapter 3
Gaelix watched, mesmerized by the cloaked figures as the glided closer towards him. As they approached, he turned his attention over to Klarin's wolves that had begun to growl at the new comers. As they came to their side, one of the wolves jumped the leading figure. Klarin gave a sharp yell, telling the wolves to back down. A couple whimpered as they obeyed their mater's command. With a shrill whistle he then sent them off on their own into the Blood Moore.
"Sorry about that...they can be a little...aggressive at times."
As Klarin spoke, the leader pulled his hood back, revealing a long dark haired middle aged man. Gaelix squinted, he had seen that man somewhere before. The man gave a warming smile to the two men.
"Not a problem. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Osiris, Lord of the Eblarinn Towers in the North."
With a wave of his hand the five following cloaked figures lifted back their own hoods to reveal three more sorcerers and two sorceresses. Gaelix couldn't help but stare at the sorceress that stood directly ascending to Osiris. Her long dark brown hair was cut so it framed her young, feminine face, bringing out the emerald color in her eyes. Her face was none the less than....perfect. His eyes darkened though as he watched Osiris take her hand and pulling her forward, he introduced her.
"This is my Lady Saraliss, and my fellow practitioners. Now, gentleman, I am afraid we have some business we must attend to. We will excuse ourselves. Good day and...till me meet again...Come."
With those final words, Gaelix watched on as he ushered Saraliss forwards, towards their assigned tent. He couldn't help but notice the young sorceress wrench her hand from his grasp, omitting a dark scowl onto the Lord's face. He lifted the tent's hide back, pushing her into the shelter, before following himself.
"...Something wasn't right about the sorcerer Osiris. Something wasn't right about the young sorceress either." The Necromancer noted to himself.