[Necro's POV]
[Sand forest town.]
'It's quiet in here.'
Necro thought as he looked around the place, four mimickers walking behind him.
The afternoon sun cast a soft light over the quiet town nestled between the Sylvan kingdom and Krivos.
The buildings were low, mostly wooden, with pointed roofs that hinted at a mixture of elf and human craftsmanship.
He walked through the main street beside a tall elf woman with green hair, the one Velyrian had suggested accompany him.
'Lady Aavana…..'
Necro thought, shifting his focus somewhere else.
Even though she was a beautiful woman, Necro had no thoughts about her.
Despite their abilities to mimic anything and anyone, there is one thing that they don't have.
The ability to love or even mimic it.
Their loyalty lay only to their master and nothing else.
'Still, I wonder if master would like her.'
Necro pushed away those thoughts as he focused on the task at hand.
