A necromonger soldier aproached the throne and knelt. "Lord Marshal?"
Riddick looked down at him. "What is it now?"
"My lord," the necromonger began, getting to his feet, "a girl was found on the streets after curfew."
"And?" Riddick asked, irritated. "You can't deal with one girl? That's pretty pathetic. Stop bothering me with crap you can deal with yourself."
"But Lord Marshal, she was found with this." He held out an old worn peice of paper. "I thought it might be of interest to you."
Riddick snatched te paper from the soldier's hand. His eyes narrowed as he read. "Is this is some kind of joke?!" he growled.
"No my lord! I found it in the girl's jacket pocket." The necromonger's career was flashing before his eyes.
"Where is this girl?" he demanded.
"She's being detained in the dungeon my Lord."
"Bring her to me now," he growled.
"As you wish Lord Marshal," the soldier said bowing. He turned to leave.
"Necro!"
He flinched internally and turned back to face the throne.
"On second thought take her to my quarters. I'll deal with her later."
The necromonger bowed once more and left.