[ Jacob stiffens in a way that is impossible to hide, with how close together they're sat to fit on the little dragon's back. He has heard of necromancers, but only since arriving here. Maybe it's a word that existed back home, but he wasn't ever in a position to hear it. He doesn't believe in all the supernatural rubbish, ghosts and vampires and witches, but this place seems to delight in turning all he knows on his head.
He didn't think necromancers would form part of the Merchant's group, he thought they were people of this land, following the Lieges or Messalina. He doesn't like the idea of the dead getting up. Death is meant to be the end of it, that's what Jacob knows from home, and considering his line of work? It's a bloody important detail.
He can't help but feel like somehow he's betrayed his beliefs, that he's been tricked, and he can't hide it when he speaks. ]
Where are you sending them? Off to join one of those undead armies?
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He didn't think necromancers would form part of the Merchant's group, he thought they were people of this land, following the Lieges or Messalina. He doesn't like the idea of the dead getting up. Death is meant to be the end of it, that's what Jacob knows from home, and considering his line of work? It's a bloody important detail.
He can't help but feel like somehow he's betrayed his beliefs, that he's been tricked, and he can't hide it when he speaks. ]
Where are you sending them? Off to join one of those undead armies?