Chapter 403: Negotiations

The livings did not know where to start, the undead before them had just assumed a posture, and chosen to remain in it, having yet to initiate any conversation, emitting a no-so subtle sense of dread even as he was being suppressed by the barrier.

'Well… The first thing to do is-' Alisart Cleavster shuffled in his seat, putting one hand on the table.

"I-"

"I am Loimos, General Of The Vanguard, a follower of The Prince Of Death, King Nitok" the undead spoke right before he could even start to vocalise his thoughts "Alisart Cleavster, Warking of the Southern Shores…"

"...Irlke Combuscrus, Warking of the Northern Swamp…"

"...Derdlim Maulerd, Warqueen of the Eastern Peaks…"

"...Jaral Cribler, Warking of the Western Cliffs…"