Callos

The necromancer made a point of picking at his hang nail while Tiriel ranted and raved at him. Once she finished, looking up with a bored look.

"So?"

If she wants to play the blame game I can just as easily! He thought to himself before launching into a tirade of his own. About how someone shouldn't ask about something unless they were willing to hear it all out, about how it was her fault they were out here in the first place since she couldn't keep an eye on the contents of her own wagon, and lastly of how, if she was so smart and prepared, that she should have thought of a contingency plan in case he hadn't prepared the spell.

(Yes. Yes they will. n.n)