Wellby shook his head in disbelief. This hunk of craziness was itching for a fight.

So was he, in fact, but there was another person nearby that shouldn't be involved in any type of fight. Reason overpowered his lust, and he stepped to the side to avoid the charge.

"Great brute!", he shouted in annoyance, "Put down you're temper! You have blood in your history as well, so you might as well give up that argument!"

He looked to the Professor. "Can you calm him down?", he asked, "He doesn't listen to me, as it seems."

It was becoming clearer gradually. Meirion didn't know what to feel about this situation. Here were two men, fighting for evil and good.

She was hesitant at what to do, not ever experiencing this before. Looking at the necromancer, Meirion asserted herself, "Right, that's it," she said resolutely.

"Everyone is being hypocritical here. We've all killed," Ruane started, "But you," she said, looking at Minon, "You owe him one for the weapons."

Meirion shrugged, "I actually take that back. I don't understand what the hell is going on between you two. Obviously you had a dispute or other. Weapons being damaged, and beings stained with evil."

Thul'Duun nodded. "Yes, I have innocent blood upon my hands. However, I seek redemption by slaying beings of evil. I accept that I once slew the helpless, but I now oppose those who wish to do so. How do you seek redemption?" He asked the thing known as Minion.

Meirion nodded, thinking of it logically. It did make sense in a way. Of course, everyone was judging everyone here of which Meirion hated but they needed to sort this out.

She sighed, and waited, looking back at the College to make sure all was safe.

The questions swirled but they weren't of importance. As she looked from the mage to the necromancer, she felt as if her world might have tilted off its axis completely.