Anton sighed heavily, unable to see a way out of it without downright lieing. After looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice. "Have you ever heard of the name Skavarios?" he asked, getting his emotions under control and calming down.
*Mariah leaned back a little, almost instinctively... She had heard so many tales of necromancers from other sailors, and it was never anything good... She didn't understand... He had seemed so nice...* "A necromancer... how could you possibly be a necromancer...?"
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"I maintain the philosophy that nothing is innately wrong. Its all in the intent." Anton grinned. "This is the part where I get called a liar and then run out of town." He looked over the railing and shrugged. "Not really anywhere for me to run on this boat, but you get the idea."