The Seeds of Contact

The Necromancer's laughter echoed in the subterranean room. One could hear the genuine amusement in his laughter.

As the ashes of the destroyed letter drifted away into nothingness and his connection to it was cut, he leaned back in his chair with a relaxed air.

"So... predictable." He mused aloud, his voice dripping with condescension.

He'd been listening in, as planned, thanks to Bella's unique ability but probably not in the way they'd been expecting.

Turning away from the scrying mirror that displayed the faint remnants of the letter's quickly fading energy, he nodded his head towards Bella, who stood to the side with a blank expression. "Thank you, Bella. Your ability was, as always, most useful."

Bella nodded slightly, her face impassive, as she quietly faded back into the shadows, leaving the Necromancer alone with his guest.