The necromancer is dead, a big bad hero marched into town and threw his head on the cobblestones of the town square. The mayor gave him gold and the innkeep quenched his thirst. That night, long after most had retired having had their fill of drinks and tales, the drunken hero made a confession. He had ambushed the necromancer on the road, a bandit who caught a traveler by surprise. The wizard's mule knew its way home, and you just purchased a mule...
