((Just thought I'd remind you, Jaxor isn't a Necromancer, he's going to study them. He's a Carpathian. :D ))
He watched the girl as she crossed the deck. She had quite sturdy sea-legs, and she dissapeared into the galley and down the steps. He paused at the door, looking up at the storm, and the deck of the ship covered in water, the sails whipping in the wind. For a moment he was reluctant to go below, feeling something electric and animal in the storm. He wanted to climb the highest rigging and scream into the wind, feel the rain lashing against his body. His eyes flashed dangerously and he took a step back onto the deck, but made himself stop.
He shook his head, rain flying about, and scowled at the sea. Temptation was not something that would control him. Not if he could help it. He had always believed in self discipline. The animal that he was would always be kept under control. Play second to the man that he had created. That he had mastered. The few slips that had occured were a learning curve. Never for those involved of course...
He followed Kimira down into the room, a small wooden dining area with a wooden table, a hanging lantern that swung with the motion of the ship, a large window that looke out over the black sea. The wind lashed against the glass and created a broken rhythm, and he pulled out a chair, swinging his feet up to rest on the windowsill, pulling the dice from his pocket and placing them gently on the table.
"What we really need, is some wine" he said, still fighting the adrenaline from the storm raging against the ship.
