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He was unimpressed by Allisters flashy theatrics and booming voice. Merely folding his arms across his chest with a look of annoyance on his face. Allister was a powerful necromancer, probably THE most powerful in the lands. However the threat to his life posed by a bunch of shambling undead things was negligible to him. Allister himself possessed some powerful magics but while every spell the necromancer cast drained the lifeforce out of him, every spell he manifested drew power from the crown. That well of power would last much longer than Allister's. These left Tier'Zial confident he'd prevail should things come to such a deadly clash.

"No Allister, nor should it. The things in my lands and in my armies are mine from stone to soul and I'll not have you simply walk into MY LANDS and take them as you please." His voice boomed as a counterpoint to Allister's defiant tone. His anger growing deep within him. Outwardly he was struggling to maintain form and a sharp eye could detect glimpses of something slithering just beneath his skin. "Now I ask you again Allister, you are not intending to steal Mouse away from me, are you?" His tone made it clear it was more a statement of fact, than a question.