The archmage awoke shortly after she had gone. Rising, he moved to his tomes on the bookshelves that lined the walls of his spacious, airy, light room. muttering to himself, he moved along the walls, trying to find the N section of his massive library. "Ah-ha, here it is... Newblood, Newt, Necronin.." He stopped muttering, and heaved the tomes detailing the great mage Necronin's life on the floor, smiling as he found the black lockbox behind them. it was marked by a skull in a pentagram. Necromancy. The forbidden art.