Erica nodded, still looking concerned. "Okay." She gave Gale a kiss on the cheek, then shook her head to refuse the wine and went over to the spot where Míchon had laid. "We should put something here..." She saw one of his swords lying in the leaves and picked it up, revealing the rest of his weapons. "Weird... Why would he take his body but not his weapons?" She gathered them up and strapped them on, in addition to her own sword. "Let's head back to town. There should be a place we can get some food and spend the night."
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Meanwhile, in a distant castle, Alex worked late into the night, studying the corpse he had taken with him. While he didn't personally kill the dark elf, he still wanted to take notes. And maybe, just maybe, attempt a little necromancy. He worked up a spell in his mind, spinning different threads of energy together to form one larger one, before casting a beam of dark, almost black, purple at the corpse.
The young wizard gave up after a little, heaving a sigh. "No response..." he muttered. Just as he was turning away, the elf's hand twitched. Alexander rubbed his eyes, then stared intently at the corpse. The hand twitched again. The wizard gave an evil smile. "Yes! It worked!" he cheered as the elf sat up.