A day with Nyllian

The Wyls had been given many chances at coin. One of them had been joining a cult. Certainly, that meant inviting many dangers to their lives. Thomas was unwilling. A collar and some magic wasn’t exactly his dream job. Thomas managed to join several different mercenaries and rig some contracts his way. Still, it wasn’t the ideal living. He needed more coin, that was for certain. It was better than roaming the wilds all the time and running out of money. Still, it was a life, an enjoyable one, gutting things with his blade. 

 There were rewards to being a  mercenary, even if it wasn’t the best job around. There were many other jobs that made money, including some magi who sold their wares outside the circle. But there wasn’t enough freedom in that role. Being a fat nobleman in some castle was appealing, but even that was fraught with dangers. 

So what was this necromancer up to? Likely roaming the wilds practicing her undead craft. The spirits of the dead weren’t so kind to the Wyls, but likely that wasn’t the case for this witch. Thomas knew he would receive strange responses from this type of woman. Well, it was better than the old blacksmith in town with dull everyday news. 

The necromancer answered.

Thomas winced. 

“Oh no no no! No need to harm these men.” said Thomas at once. 

“We have come to help. We heard you  were stuck in the wilds. Some man that’s a believer in your cult sent us to join you. What do you think? Care to have some friends join you?”