The necromancer, pale of skin and icy blue of eyes, rested his eyes upon the elf. "And what if you were to have a place in this world, as being among its silent protectors? Would you then fight alongside us?" He paused, and then spoke again. "Do understand that I have brought you back with free will. You may go as you please, and shall not be thought a coward."
"You dislike being called a fool, yet you will stand there and insult MY honor!" The zealous paladin, Doren, glared with intensity at the elf. "Foolish, frail being, just as the rest of your kind. Blasphemous-"
"Now, now. They have sworn no loyalty. Allow them to leave, paladin." The necromancer addressed the two again. "May you find what you seek, and may fortune always smile on you."
The little girl in the white dress was curled in a corner, still softly whimpering. Her two eyes, which were as pale as the light of the waning moon, turned in the general direction of the departing women, her expression pleading, but her words silent.