“Aloof. Yes. Moreso now than before, even. Your chambers are just through here. Servants will attend to your things.”
“I can arrange for new undead servants, don’t you worry Dannon.”
“Oliver. Yes, I know.”
“Oliver. Right. That will take some getting used to,” the older necromancer scratched his chin.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll make you change your name. You’re not his apprentice, you’re just… what, working on horses or something?”
“Great magical beasts, thank you very much! And I’m supposed to just call him the…”
“Dread Master of Liches… just… all the time? The whole bloody title? Like that?”
The younger, red-haired necromancer nodded then said, “Keeps to himself studying mostly, same as anyone except…”
“The Count expects a lot of him. So don’t be too surprised if he wants you do things. And then more things. It’ll have you wishing you were a vampire just so you wouldn’t have to sleep as much and could get more done!”
“A dreadful thought! I quite like my humanity.”
Oliver shrugged, “I’m warming to the idea. Now don’t look at me like that, Necrarchs don’t have to drink blood if they don’t want to. He’s got it all figured out with the necromancy. He’s even showed me the Grimoire a few times.”
“Surely you don’t mean Grimoire Necronium?!” asked the older necromancer as he began to unstack a pillar of books and arrange them on a shelf with the bindings facing out.
“The very one,” Oliver responded with no small tinge of pride, “Being undead is really the natural way of things, see. The way he describes it, the gods were the ones that tied our energies to their realms. We just take them back.”
“It all seems rather grotesque in the end though,” the older man said.
“Bah, you’re just stodgy. Who decides what’s grotesque anyway? You know what the most disgusting thing of all is? Being dead. I’m telling you, the Dread Master has it figured out. He’s going to show us all how to live forever.”
“And go insane.”
“Nah. He’s got that figured out too! You’ll see. I suspect he’s going to turn me soon.”
The old necromancer scoffed and pushed a book into its shelf with a bit too much force. “Careful what you wish for, boy. I may be stodgy but I still have my wits enough about me to know a scam when I see one. Chaos and magic… they only take. Oh they might seem to give at first, but the price is always paid. In the end, you cannot deny Chaos its penance.”