Cirr, your personal witch assistant, is again spending her day in your dark library. Her droning mumbling echoes throughout the Necropolis castle… Oooone dragooon fang… ooone gut woooorm… twoooo sunny slab weeeeed… She goes on and on until she turns her head up from the books and potions to you. Oh mister sir loooord Nercoooomancer king… you’re here… As always her face is completely void of emotion