Sneaking away from camp for the night, the ravenous need for magical absorption that plagued you was seemingly stronger than ever, unable to be ignored and so, you gave in, stealing magic from others in the lower city during the night.

Moving like a shadow in the night, you were able to satisfy your need for now, sneaking back through the trees and grass, you planned to go back and rest at camp as if nothing ever happened, all till you heard a familiar, undead voice from one of the shadows.

"My, darling...it's rather late to be going for a stroll, now isn't it?"