The old scribe sat in the shadows, quill poised over the parchment. 'My Lord?' The missive, you have hired me to write this for you...' This statement was met with a loud bout of coughing, and the frail gray beard wiped his mouth with a soiled rag. 'I will tell what I know of this person, but have patience, master. My memories are dim and names elude me.' And so begain the short history of the woman whose presence in Skara had drawn the interest of the authorities. 'She literally ran into my life.' the old man chortled...I remember the first time I saw her...'he smiled. 'was dressed in the uniform of an apprenticed Necromancer, well maybe dress is too kind. She was in the process of removing her costume, as she ran through the streets of Luna. Dropping bits of clothing as she ran toward the bank.' The ancient leaned back in his seat, and smiled, eyes closed. It was as if he had lost himself in the memory... 'Ah she was a sight to behold, clad only in her underskirts, the hated dark gray of the necromancer's costume discarded and tossed aside. And she danced...twirling and swaying to a tune only she could hear.' 'She saw me then, and grabed my arm. She laughed, and the sound was liken to the sounds of those silver bells on the feast day. While her words made little since to me at the time. I just listened. as she prattled on and on about being free of that hated necromancer and his smells of death.' 'Thinking on it now, I guess she meant that, she had been apprenticed to one of the Necromancer's there in Umbra, and had ran away. I do believe she had no knowledge of the law about such things. But I did. I knew they would search for her and take her back to her master, for he owned her till her servitude for his support was paid.' The old man puased, taking a sip from his mug of ale. 'Well, what could I do, she was an innocent. she had no idea of what was waiting for her with the necromancer. But I did. So, I paid her debt. And I made her my apprentice, I am the tailor Bernard. My shop was one in Skara. It is now long ran by my sons and daughters.' Excuse me...I here them calling me far my supper is ready...I wil talk with ye again, after I have rested a bit and fed myself.