"Grey? No, I believe that is not true. I am a Necromancer." Wellby smiled he waited for even more confusion to settle in.

Then Wellby's mind clicked. He understood a little of why he was sent here. He put the pieces of his plan with the new revelation quickly.

"Oh, I'll come inside, sooner rather than later. Just not yet." He replied.

"Necromancer?" Meirion repeated, taken aback. It didn't make sense. She looked at him, confused. Was he toying with her?

She sighed, and rubbed her head wearily. It didn't matter if he was or not. He obviously came from another world. She visited other worlds, so she should understand the situation.

"Right, that's fine then."

"So what is your role as a necromancer? What things do you do?"

Wellby saw deep confusion, which he greatly enjoyed, but what he also wanted to clear up. He asked, "What's so surprising about a necromancer?"

He smiled with a little wonder after the question. "Whatever I want..."

He snapped back into focus, "I serve my masters, that is exactly what I do."

Meirion considered his question before replying, "I have met many beings in this world. Agents of light, and agents of evil. Necromancer is usually associated with evil," she replied slowly, thoughtfully.

"I don't associate with people who deal with evil. Yet you say you do both light and dark."

"I haven't met any necromancers in my life. Yet to experience that. I try not to judge and be prejudiced, but when you are in danger..." she trailed off.

"Right. Masters, ok," Ruane replied. "Your masters are masters of darkness, correct?" she raised an eyebrow.

This was all getting to be quite confusing. Meirion was sure he was twisting her mind, slowly. Before she'll know it, she would have fallen into his trap...

Wellby raised an eyebrow. "No, I never said that. I said that I was neutral."

"You've met a necromancer now." He stated the obvious.

"Continue..." He implied.

"Not quite. I happen to have two masters: myself, and something I like to call chaos. Familiar with either?" He said sarcastically.

He had just given away one of his most important secrets. Wellby served Chaos, the essence of pure neutrality, which is neither good nor evil.

"Which is light and dark," Meirion argued, "Neutral... unless you decide neither light nor dark, then what is your purpose here? You stay in the middle of everything, not knowing where to go because if you went too far into something, you wouldn't be neutral anymore," she sighed, and rubbed her head wearily.

"When you are in danger, you can't help judging and acting on your instincts, therefore you can judge a person and that person may not be who you think they are, therefore it ... well, it'll be too late," Ruane ended simply.

"Hmm.. interesting indeed," she remarked, thinking.

"Chaos, whom I serve, is neither light nor dark. He exists only for the pleasure of creating total confusion. That may require making deals with light or dark, but neither are true allies. Both try to gain superiority over the other, therefore, constantly battling eachother. When neutrality comes into play, the make sure neither wins, which is also what I do as a necromancer. I work with dark, but help the light in secret. There are others in my world who are white mages, who work with light, but help dark in secret. Take a look around, Professor, you might be suprised at what some people will do." Wellby pressed on with a full explaination on himself. Glaring at the Professor, he realized how deep he was diving into this conversation.

"I do not judge, nor assume. I simply watch with blank eyes. I make sure that that person needs me for one purpose or another, then they cannot kill me to achieve what they might desire." It was a true statement. Wellby was alive now because of it.

Meirion's eyebrows furrowed as Minon explained. "Normally, those people have a certain motive," she replied.

She tilted her head slightly in thought, "Yes... that does involve some truth into it."

Meirion decided to continue being weary of him, but he was safe for now, in her radar anyway.

Sighing, she rubbed at her head, "So what are some of your exploits?"

"Exploits...why would that be any concern to you? My entire life has been a journey, I seek revenge. I have pirated the seas, traveled through time, crossed worlds." Wellby mentioned a few things.

Crossing time, however, was one exploit Wellby was not sure of. He believed him to have traveled through time to get to this place, but one can never be sure.

"And you?" He asked intimidatingly.

Thul'Duun had, in his travels about the town, discovered a place where many young people came to learn, a college. He had decided to give this place extra attention, beliveing younger people in greater need of protection than adults. He sensed two auras, one was fimiliar, and one was a new person. He saw who it was, and his eyes balzed. The demon from the alley! drawing his newly forged battleaxe, he leapt from the top of the building, yelling "I have you now, foul beast! Return to the void from whence you were spawned!"

**tell me if you don't want me here; I was bored and thought it would be alright **