Bewitching Proposition

"Hahahahahahaha"

"Something funny Necromancer?" Hilda had invited me to her hovel, she was about to offer me a drink of a brew I'm sure was half poisoned when I just burst out laughing.

"Possibly, I don't know something just told me I should find something humerous and I don't know why." It would only be years later when I heard about Brownwater that I knew the reason, but at the time it just seemed I'd gone partially insane, which is totally false I'm fully insane obviously.

"Perhaps you are not the person I need for this."

"Fantastic I'll just be on my way." I had stood up ready to leave her rotting shack of horrors when she grabbed my arm (always bad kids what have I told you about touching necromancers?)

"Not so fast necromancer."

"Damn and I was almost there."

"Sit Necromancer." And so I sat, I'd decribe the shack, but honestly you probably can imagine it already, the sights, the smells, the horrible rotting wood. It was very homey, just like evil mom used to have.

"I have a name."

"Do you want me to know it?"

"Not particularly."

"Then Necromancer it shall be." Giving a witch your name, is a lot like giving a magic user your blood, begging for trouble (ritual magic is always weird like that).

"What is it that you think I can do for you?"

"Kill someone obviously, being you're a necromancer I figure you've got experience."

"True its not like you can get in the club without some death." Or in my case a lot of death, directly and indirectly.

"And you blend in with normals where as someone like myself they'll see coming a mile away."

"What? No honey you are perfect just the way you are." That got a sour look, but you know the Lorentino way, sarcasm no matter the cost!

"You are such a charmer, is it any surprise you are alone on an island with me." Her words were punctuated by spitting, I don't know if that was intentional or just something she had to do every once in a while, "You see my former sister has left me here to rot and stolen something from me, I want you to kill her and bring it back, simple Necromancer even someone like you couldn't screw it up."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll find a way to put a curse on you that won't kill you but it'll make me look like a true beauty to how horrible you'll look and no amount of necromancy could fix it." A curse of ugliness, truely the most horrific thing she could think of.

"Get me a paddle and a place to go and away I'll be!" And so she did, and so I was. Tell you the truth working for a witch is one of the least horrible things I've ever done. Seriously! I'm not at all lying to you.  For serious.  You ever notice how people say that they don't mean it? Except this time, I totally mean it!