“Dude! When will you stop this?” Levi the Envious opened his arms wide as he gestured the mess around the hunched Merlin. Levi continued. “You need to come out, you know. This is not healthy anymore.”
“Healthy, my ass,” said Merlin. He spat the words and continued his by burying his face on his arms as if he already gave with life. And for a necromancer like him, that was saying something.
Merline was slouching at the corner of his room. The lights were off but because of the enhance night vision of the Halfling alongside the pungent stench of the weeks-worth laundry set aside at the other corner, Levi the Envious was able to second guess the entirety of Merlin’s newly fetish for a hermit life.
Levi crossed his arm before Merlin. Sighing, he knew it would be near impossible to coax Merl
