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As you enter the small one room house you notice that there is only a bed and a small kitchen area where only easy to make foods can be prepared. There is a table and a couple chairs around it in the center of the room and to your right is a closet that is locked. The home barely seems used due to the layer of dust on some of the objects.

Draka opened the door and stared at the girl before him she looked to be lost, but he really didn't care, at first anyway, then he felt an odd connection to her.

"What is it?" his voice sounded cheerful even for the direct statement.

"Of course where I my manners, please do come in."

He stood so he could hold the door as he gestured for her to enter his small home.

"So what is it you need? You seem like someone may have been trying to follow you.

Draka sighed, it seemed to him the girl was a little more intent on just doing things regardless of what he said but his mannerisms caught hold and that odd familiar connection came back.

"Yes of course, Drink?" He said motioning to a selection of liquor.

Draka found the woman rather odd, but he decided not to say anything eyeing her garbs he went to fetch himself a cup with a dark liquid that in the dim light of his home seemed black.

He gestured to a seat for her to take, "Now how may I be of service?"

Draka blocked the door, he was curious about her and he could smell the presence of several people outside, very fresh and he didn't want this woman who had stumbled upon his home to be caught. That wouldn't fare well with him at all.

"No please do sit, there are several men outside moving away slowly but I wouldn't be so hasty, besides you are no bother to me at all." In fact she was quite the opposite. He felt invigorated around her it had been a while since he felt this way, but then it clicked. She could control the dead. It was the only thing that made sense.

"Now how may I be of service to you, necromancer?" His voice was kind but respective. Natural for one of his kind.

Draka went to the table and sat down chuckling, "Please do not be alarmed, my kind and your particular skill set have a certain tie. I can always tell when one is a necromancer or is a practitioner of the art."

He motioned for her to take a seat and offered her a cup of tea. He sipped a goblet of his own liquid. He had caught her and if she had any sense she would just sit down and chat with him for a moment. He had no intent on harming her, though unlike others of his kind he did not have to obey her every word, but his natural instincts were taking hold and being respective and kind were at the forefront of his mind.

"I will not harm you and I will not tell anyone of your secret. Do not worry you can be safe here from anything necromancer." Draka gave her a smile and began sipping slowly and deliberately from his goblet again.

Draka chuckled, "You must be a poorly taught necromancer, I am a Daemon. Made to protect, and serve those who created us. Necromancers."

Draka's dark eyes flashed a quick but brilliant blood red before they returned to normal. Whether she liked it or not he was somewhat in her service now. But he began to wonder that her clothes were not her own, as necromancers were normally well off. Not peasants, surfs, or maids. He was slightly confused as to why she was dressed as one. Maybe that is why she was running from those men chasing them.