“So where do you live, Isaac?” Eamon asked as he floated backwards, facing me as we walked. I walked. He didn’t walk. 

“Uuuh near the graveyard.” I answered, with the truth technically. Saying I lived in a huge manor seemed ostentatious. Though I heard the O’ Dubghall chateau was pretty big, and you don’t call small houses chateaus so.

“Oh! Have you seen the DeWinter Manor then?” Eamon asked excitedly. 

“Yeah I’m...pretty familiar.” I muttered.

“Man, we were all so stoked when we found out we had a Necromancer again.” Eamon began, doing a little spin in the air. “Well not my dad, but he’s a short sighted idiot. Things were getting really unruly for a while there, when the lights went on in the manor, I think we all let out a sigh of relief, huh?”

Not me. I couldn’t find a bathroom for three days. “Yeah.”

“Though I haven’t really heard of a lot of people meeting them yet.” Eamon continued, and at this point I figured it was way beyond the point where I could tell him I was the Necromancer so I just accepted my fate. “I guess they must be pretty busy trying to get everything settled though.”

“Oh yeah.” I muttered, thinking about my day off, now gone to the wind. “Super busy.”

“Alright, we’re entering one of the properties, you just let me do the talking if anyone stops us, alright there sunshine?” He beamed down on me, and I thought that he seemed more like the sun, shining down on me with the bright smile.

“I’ll...follow your lead.” I gestured forward. I was honestly looking forward to leaving this stuff up to someone else. After all, it’s not like there was much a Necromancer could get up to in Druid territory, right?