The Last First Person You'd Expect

I continued my work of trying to defeat the necromantic magic. Mordere sought out the necromancer. His methods left a lot to be desired, like leniency, proof of being guilty, or even I dunno basic tact.  Basically he went around shoving his pistol in peoples faces and demanding they pledge loyalty to the Fire God. I was actually worried at some point he'd stick his pistol in my face despite me not arriving at the sick child's room well past when she was sick. Through it all my assistant a mousy woman who spoke nervously was a trooper. We'd see Mordere moving swiftly to and fro screaming at people and then moving on somewhere else. And she just kept helping me try each weird combination of thing after thing, and that's when it hit me who the necromancer was.

I mean it ws right in front of my face the whole time. The only person who could keep defeating my efforts was the one aiding them. Swear to gods I'm the worst observer of people in the world. It should have struck me odd the assistant never left, nor hardly spoke. Those are totally things guilty people do (aside from me who does that kind of thing all the time, well except for the hardly speaking part, and the never leaving, ok nevermind screw you you win journal!). I had to keep my cool though, the lady was quite good at being a necromancer and she'd been in close proximity to me the whole time. So she could have set me up the entire time and I was completely unaware of it.

Which lead to my plan of counter magicing her by pretending to try and help the sick girl. It was practically genius if I don't say so myself. I wish I'd thought of it sooner but again I'm terrible at observing people and should have known the assistant was the necromancer. So over the course of an hour using all kind of subterfuge like "hand me that one, but not that other one" I had delightfully laid my trap for the necromancer, at which point Mordere burst into the room with an old man held at gun point.

"I have found the necromancer!" He declared, the old man look like he'd had a very bad morning.

"Preposterous I found the necromancer!" And then things got awkward.