Try as they might, both Iyauliana and Chattsworth were powerless to convey dread and minatory sentiments to the page as Quasit read aloud of Baron Nicaise striking the deal with Necromancer Gihl.
The Necromancer smiled ingratiatingly, bowing low, his zoetic cloaks sweeping the floor as clouds blotting out the sun. "All shall be arranged," he pledged vacuously, and the two shook hands before he took his leave.
Pearl hadn't kept the note. She'd abandoned it along with the farmhouse and the ghosts contained therein. No room in her life. Wistfully, she closed the brimming arms cache and began to dress.