Adder had been watching the boy for most of the morning from a shadowed alcove near the Vehl docks. The young man was practicing arcane cantrips, and it was quite evident he was someone's apprentice. Adder was a little perplexed why he was so preoccupied with the boy, but he knew the Dark Lord often presented opportunities to the vigilant... so he watched, and he waited.
Soon a cruel little smile tugged at Adder's lips. Two larger boys showed up and began bullying the young man. A few blows were landed and some insults shouted before the two hooligans left and disappeared into a nearby alley, leaving the young man on his knees with a bloodied lip. Adder quickly walked to the young man and offered him a hand. "Here, let me help you up. It seems those not gifted with the will to harness the Al'Noth often resort to this foolishness to prop up their own machismo, no?" The young man took his offered hand and grinned as he was pulled to his feet. Adder reached into a pouch and withdrew a thin bone cylinder, uncapped it, and pulled out a rolled scroll parchment. "Take this and use it on one of those louts, it will teach them a lesson." He chuckled lightly as the young man took the scroll from him. "It creates fear. They will think twice before accosting a soon-to-be master such as you."
The young man headed towards the alley and Adder blended into the late morning crowd as he headed towards the city gates. The phantasmal killer spell scribed onto the parchment he gave the boy was sure to kill, if he was able to trigger it. It was important that the touch of Corath be felt by the Indignus, that hatred and anger be fanned into flames of abhorrent deeds for the greater glory of the Bone Lord.
