Uninvited Guest
Leather bound books surrounded the Necromancer as the darkness crept through the windows that surrounded the libraries parameter. He hadn't been here long, no his plan was to stay here as little time as possible for he knew whom the castle belonged. not that he had ever met the man (or beast) of which the legend told but he had heard the tales of men being ripped limb from limb with just the wave of a claw. Now, no where in Mozenrath's mind did he think that he couldn't take on such a creature but if he could avoid confrontation that would be the ideal.
He quietly closed the portal behind him and stepped close to the library walls. Mozenrath moved quickly and without sound, a trait that he learned to take advantage of throughout his life. Stopping only to reach for the door nob upon his arrival. With a Sharp twist Mozenrath cracked the door and peered down the dark corridor.
If it was for the small flicker of light he would have kept going, down the hallway in search of this magical rose. It was said by legend to be a prized possession of this castles owner- though no one knew what power it possessed. At the very least it would be something that he could take back to the Black Sands and look over, perhaps use manifest its powers into something else.
but the glimer of light told him to stay hidden, eluded in the shadows. Away from all eyes. So he did just, and laid low inside of darkness- Just as it always had been for the Necromancer of the black sands.