The posters had become more and more frequent since Nomax entered the city. Each of them different, but with the same basic information: A big bounty for a crazed necromancer. No one hade come to kill him yet, but he had certainly felt a few questioning looks from people all around the city. It was obivous that whoever produced the bounty needed to dissapear.
Closer examination of the posters showed that the source of the problem laid with a vigilantic ofshoot of the "mordecai" guard, specifically their captain. Nomax noted that this is probably the worst possible thing that could have happened. He had never seen a mordecai before, but the disabling of magic would disable the necromancy that kept him "alive", which wouldn't be optimal. Of course, there was a chance that this necromancy was an immortal magic, but he wouldn't count on it. Anyhow, something needed to be done, and the first step would be to find someone following the bounty to kill him. Nomax walked to the shadiest part of the city he could find: a dark and dirty street corner, populated only by bandits and thugs. Now came the wait.