The town of Wandermere, the first one near the border with Duria, was gripped in a panic.
A Boliarin was coming. The First Boliarin of Duria, no less.
The Hafnon third son, Thorold Hafnon, was in a meeting with the mayor to help the man prepare for the young, but no doubt dangerous, necromancer.
"It is so good that you will go and meet him at the gate, Mister Hafnon. And you say that should he turn violent; you will be able to deal with him?" Mayor Podger Miz pressed his handkerchief to his forehead. He was not sweating, but the action brought him comfort.
"I have heard that Boliarin Roberts does not attack unprovoked. And he has children with him. I doubt he will risk them," Thorold repeated himself for what felt like the tenth time. This worry wart heard the word necromancer and went into a panic.