"A puny peddler, who dares to call himself a necromancer, sought an audience with me. He begged us to give him

"A puny peddler, who dares to call himself a necromancer, sought an audience with me. He begged us to give him a license which would allow him to create undead slaves which he could then rent out to farms, sawmills and mines. Power over death itself, and the spirits of the dead, even the secret of life eternal – all right under his nose! And his only thought is to rent out farm labor!"