The cramp tunnels of the catacombs proved of little comfort, the distant flickering of illumination wrought by a single torch; nested in it's holster strained the eyes. The shadows themselves seemed to move, as the decaying flesh of the deceased hanged heavily in the stale air. Justina had been sent to find an old comrade; who was last seen entering the belly of this hollow ground. The locals have long since buried their dead here, but a foul necromancer had taken root within the tombs. Once still corpses now patrolled these hallways. Even now, the faint distant cries of these unholy abominations pierced the silence normally engulfing the catacombs. "Foolish humans..." She scoffed, mocking their inability to keep even their holiest of holy's safe. Being a Justicar of the sun elves; she had little tolerance for the folly of mortals. Their frivolity and arrogance often sicken her, she despised their kind bordering on the lines of complete bigotry. Like a shadow she crept deeper into the tunnels, the local humans gathering near the mouth of the entrance, whispering among themselves. The sun elves were seldom known for acts of charity, so the notion she offered of purging the evil from their land seemed queer. Many even questioned the sincerity within her actions, which to be blunt; was probably wise of them. Her trade was not one of glamour or glory, often she found herself being thrown into political matters or worse...human affairs. But this was her role in this world, to expand her peoples horizons and if need be; limit that of others. The occasional sound of dripping water was all that reminded her that she was still indeed alive. The thick curtain of shadows kept much hidden from her slender eyes which strained to navigate their influence. As much as possible she remained hidden, sneaking past a few lanky undead guards who seemed far too dense to notice her presence. "Should we help her?" One of the locals dare to ask, his words being met with faces of grimace as a silence built up between the group for awhile. "What help can we be?" Another villager questioned, his comment filling others with confidence that their decision to standby and not act was the correct one. "I am more concerned with what one of those bloody elves would want from us? We all know her kind, especially a Justicar aren't often known for bringing goodness." This comment erupted the crowd, as they began to argue between themselves regarding the threat level this woman posed. Some even conspiring to kill her once/if she emerged from the tunnels. Justina found herself entering a well lit and open chamber. Basins of bluish hued magic fire provided much needed and desired light. But as heartening as this was, it also brought with it a baneful epiphany...That she must be getting closer to the necromancers domain. Her eyebrows furled as her once picturesque visage had been replaced with distraught. As she pondered what implications this daunting fact had regarding the well being of her target. Crouched on one knee sh waited, her keen elven ears flicking as her blacken intricately carved elven armor dare to display it's beautiful craftsmanship. This set of light armor could stop any sword, while only weighing 10 lbs and flattering her bodice. After all; the elves were vain when it came to their looks if nothing else.