"Thankyou..." she responded as the rough hand of the dwarf patted her shoulder.
Pressing two fingers to her temple in response to the chatter... I'm still here guys... Arial thinks trying to calm her frayed nerves. She hadn't been called a witch before, or a necromancer for that matter and no-one had ever threatened to brain her or take her head off before and unexpectedly Arial had lost her cool.
Looking up after everyone had a chance to say their bit, Arial responds...
"Sorry... incase you missed my introduction earlier, I'm Arial and I am here to investigate the strange goings on here... that Zombie you destroyed was to be my evidence. I thought I made that crystal clear, anyhow now I have no evidence, it kinda makes the investigation of this part of the tomb worthless... do you know how long I studied this morning to cast those spells !... You owe me a Zombie !" Arial finishes pointing an accusatory finger at Liarra.
"You don't need to be Wee Jas to know Necromancy is at play here, who knows what kinds of abominations lay beyond that door... we need more than just bravado and blades. Does anyone have holy water... oil... acid... garlic... silver stakes... because that 'evidence' was going to be my ticket to securing those items. Not to mention raise a few questions about who's been managing this graveyard and who's been raising the dead and why. We need to consider who we are up against... providing evidence is pivotal in such an investigation. Speaking with the dead is an option too I believe...
At least we have some flaming arrows and a shortbow..." Arial responds, now calming down a bit having got some angst off her chest. Recollecting herself Arial adds...
"Also is it just me or did you guys hear some muffled cries comng from somewhere ...?" saying on her way to retrieve her dropped items scattered throughout the chamber.



