"Unhalad," she said thoughtfully, reaching for her bag and pulling out her notebook and pencil. Setting them both down beside her cup of tea she flipped the book open to a folded page covered in writing that formed a sort of divider (she didn't have dividers, she had to make her own, desperate times and all that). On its edge, the words UNDEAD WANKERS were written in neat capital print.

Unfolding the page Lily cleared her throat as she skimmed it. "Well, I know that Unhalad is the current reigning undead wanker, and he's why we're all here. He's summoning individuals from all over various," she looked up and frowned, tilting her head from side to side as she tried to quantify it. "Worlds, I suppose, though I think some of us don't dwell on any specific world. Anyway, Unhalad and Anurr are rivals, and while Anurr wasn't popular, they like him more than Unhalad in the nearby citadel. Both have armies full of undead that."

She halted abruptly, folding the makeshift divider back up and flipping to another titled LOCAL MAGIC. Flipping to a page with a fish drawn at the top, enchanted to make lazy circles in its small pool Lily's finger skimmed along the lines before she stopped and began to read. "'Out of dread or despair or vengeance, they took upon and within themselves that which should not have been invited,' according to my friend the carp."

Ah, note-taking.