“Ugh, so serious all the time.” Hans pushed Dale on the chest, causing him to stumble. “You have the option for a near-unlimited lifespan; have fun every once in a while!” “Where?” Dale blandly asked Hans instead of rising to his bait. “I’ll take you into the city and we can… hmm.” Hans’ brow furrowed, then a devious grin jumped into place. “We can go to the Golden Sands Broth… nope. Huh. To the Abyss with it! Necromancers should be renamed ‘Joy Assassins’. They literally killed all the fun in the world.
