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He let the dark powers envelop him, holding him in place. He had just a few more tricks up his sleeve, several of which could possibly end this fight by bringing the city down around him. But he wasn't all that destructive yet. The bones that knit into armor around him slowly took on an amorphous shape, the clatter of bone on bone a deafening hum that rang through the nearly empty building. The space between them filled with the dark purple liquid and the aroma of fresh graves and oddly enough, blossoming lilies, filled the air of the room in an almost palpable manner. The bones were taking on life of their own and from behind the mass of marrow and energy, Thane spoke, his voice as thunderous as a torrent.

"I offer you this girl. I am no more than a humble merchant, but as you've seen, there's always more to the story. These corpses and bones, cadavers and remains bow to me as though I were a tyrannical king. Come with me girl, and you shall live and train, fight and kill to your heart's content," From the mass of bone and energy, a skeletal hand extended itself towards Vier. "I will show you what it means to command death not unlike the Reaper himself. But refuse," A shrill whistle rang from behind the wall and in moments the steady thud of massive wings in the air was audible. "And your corpse shall feed my dragon at breakfast. The choice is up to you and you could always simply walk away." The bones slowly grew restless, eager to return to rest, as was Thane. But he would not allow them, until the fight was finished. Silently, he waited for her answer.