Anoriel remains silent for a long time, as if wondering if she wishes to poke the old wound. "Here's the story

Anoriel remains silent for a long time, as if wondering if she wishes to poke the old wound. "Here's the story. Our leader, Vermelt, was the best of us. Wise, brave — friends with everyone. One of those friends, Adivion Adrissant, sent him a disturbing letter. He'd stumbled upon mention of some ancient books on the art of necromancy. Secrets like those are best left hidden forever. Trust me, I've seen what that kind of magic can do." The elf bites her lip.