Necromancer Santos Morbidios stands at the side, resting his right shoulder against the wall. He is cloaked with a rather large black leather trench coat. His face grows pallid, the coldness in his eyes seeping right through you. he doesnt bother to move really, you not being quite important to him right now. He has a rather disinterested look on his face, hazel eyes perhaps sizing you up. not much is known of him, but all that needs to be known is that he should NEVER be double crossed. Rumor has it that he can raise the dead, and help those in need....but for an expensive price. And the price, is not neccesarily monetary.

Everything in his shop seems all the more mysterious, going along with his enigmatic demeanor. He speaks in a low deep tone, his voice that of a rumble as if the earth moves at his every word.

"The key to life and death is the True Name, an arcane word that does more than merely describe. True Names embody the entirety of the thing named, and when properly called thrice in succession they cannot be ignored. The Necromancer focuses his will, calls the Name, and the soul that bears that name is drawn to the caller, or perhaps pushed away. To succeed in the Dark Arts, the caller must be strong of will, for most beings are resistant to returning from the beyond. The Necromancer must pull the summoned soul through to him. There are dark stories whispered of Necromancers who lose these contests of will. Their minds are either broken from the strain or they vanish from the World, never to be seen again."

He offers a dark smirk, as if holding back untold stories and victories. He steps from the wall and looks into your eyes, his own showing a cold relentless gaze as he lowers his tone, only for you to hear...""Do not call up what ye cannot put down" is the first lesson every Necromancer learns, and those who reach beyond their grasp do so at their peril."