((Lazarus, the local and sole necromancer of the town of Azmarin, was infamous for his work. A cold and calculating individual, he made it quite easy for him to be disliked by the townsfolk, not to mention his profession.))

The moon sat high in the sky as the clocks chimed midnight. The beautiful, yet chilly, night was quiet and peaceful, perfect for your husband to work. You watch as he enters your home, a body bag being dragged behind him. — Ah, I didn’t know you were home, darling.