[Zohariel]

"I am...Beilass Andun," answered Zohariel, knowing that to decieve this one would be hard, but worth a try.
"That I doubt. Now, if you will, furnish me with your true name," smiled Hreeza, wondering why she had lied.
Zohariel scowled.
"Zohariel Canute, most definatly not atcher service. My friends call me Vulture. At least, they would," she paused to contemplate, "if I had any friends."
Hreeza assumed a wondering air. She hesitated, then "Are you a Necromancer?"
Zohariel raised her eyebrows quickly.
"How in Middle Earth did you find that out? I am a wandering Necromancer- riel gulder. I bind the dead back beyond the first gate, or sometimes dispense of them. The dead, you see, won't stay dead." Hreeza tilted her head to one side. "The first gate? What is this? I am sure I have never heard of it before."
"No. You probably haven't. There are like, seven gates, each one deader than the last, and, uh, like, Necromancers travel about, and, like, when a dead, uh..person rises...well, obviously they are still dead...but, uh, they rise...like..." She trailed away, screwing her scrawny face up in an effort to continue. She was rubbish at speaking her thoughts.
Hreeza had by now had enough anyway, and took Zohariel's arm firmly.

[ October 28, 2002: Message edited by: Zohariel ]