September 17th
Archmage Haverson, Rank Two Necromancer responsible for the Lansfield Necromancers’ Guild, sits at the end of the long, stone conference table with his hands folded in front of him. “Would someone, slowly, explain to me how it is that this event was scheduled next to the cairn and no one thought it might be an issue?”
Houston, Eric, and I are sitting on one side of the table. Necromancer Morton and three other members of the guild are sitting on the other.
“In light of the ongoing investigation regarding the possible rogue necromancers using forbidden magic,” says Necromancer Morton, “I didn’t think—”
“Would you repeat that last part?” Haverson says.
“I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think?”
“No, sir.”
“Madame Warlock, the walk is in three days?”
“Yes, Archmage. I’ve al
