Words sounded after his departure, "Enjoy your tour!" In his wandering, Illmyr would pass many things: First among these was the church, but his awareness would inform him; It was not a normal church. It was home to some very unusual presences best described as dark priests. Clearly not priests connected in any way to the inquisitors that pursued him to the outskirts of this village. The power of these priests was similar to a certain power in the air. The very power that seemed to be everywhere in this village; and even into the distance toward the edges of a barely visible peninsula. Moving on he passed a local smithy, whom was preparing horseshoes, swords, armor, and various pieces of metal mostly used for ships or farming. Passing that he would move into the docks, the sound of the birds was exceptionally perceptable here. Birds that flew overhead, seeking to steal away the hard earned batch of fish caught by the sailors. Moving beyond that he would come to a storehouse, in which dwelled the zombies that were stocking it with goods. It was a place he wasn't permitted. He would come upon the wizards and children whom were being given a demonstration of magic, many of them ignored him. Some of the children glanced curiously at him. He passed a great deal of houses and dwellings. They were within the meager defenses of the village. Finally, he came upon the stone structure with its strangely frightening banner; A place of formal representation on the kingdom he was within. The place in which he could consult and meet with the master of the village. The inside of the building was cold, it was like an entirely different place from the outside. It wasn't as bustling with life, in here he could feel a power that was leaking through the illusions. Something he couldn't realize from outside in the town, whatever was here; It was very, very powerful. The closer he got to it, the colder it would feel to his senses. People greeted him, but people whom were shrouded in illusions. They were obviously necromancers to his trained eye, and in the main chamber he was greeted by an older man with a flowing gray beard, "Welcome to my village. I was informed by those you visited that you might come by. I trust you've been well accomadated by your hosts?"
They were in the room alone and there was no sign of guards or monitoring magic. A small office filled with papers and documents of various kinds. The strangeness of the environment in this building was clearly coming from him. His magical power... Even at rest it was a crushing force, a blizzard which would chill even the slightest bit of sweat that may form upon Illmyr's face. This man, was not a man, but a gifted lich of great power. The illusions of warmth couldn't mask what Illmyr was feeling. He knew, normal people would be unable to feel the chill of the lich's power that filled this place; Normal travellers and trade merchants, were completely ignorant of these facts. This was the man best suited to answer the questions Illmyr had. The Lich laid a piece of paper down and placed upon it his seal, confirming his status as the official lord of this village to Illmyr; This also would confirm for Illmyr if he had knowledge of official meetings between nobility, that in this situation he was being treated as a messenger of emissary of some kind. His safety was promised during this meeting by the laws of whomever ruled this kingdom.
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