113 Ancient Hero

 'Why,' he wondered as the smell of iron grew denser, 'why would I think of Sten Parcyvell out of all the people I know.' It baffled him, a name long to the ages but not forgotten by many for the deeds, Staxius knew not why that man came to him suddenly. A gust of wind blew, the door left ajar opened wide. "Must be a storm brewing," he jested while closing the door. The hallway in front of him was but a bloodied mess. '…' As he stood with his back against said door; he knew why – the reason became apparent. The worst thing a mage could think of doing; necromancy. All the corpses before him, he knew why Sten came into his mind. Such was a similar view whence he entered the torture chamber.