Vael looks to Krieg.

"All I know is that it takes a dark magic that no elf would touch to cause the dead to return from the grave. That and at every encounter, and elf would try to destroy such abominations against life."

[OOC: While Peerless searches, Vael is just going to stand and let my senses roam. If he felt the magic before, he might be able to feel it again. He will keep watch on the door.]
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Before you stands an elf. Tall for his species, but just as lithe as normal. His blond hair is cut short and shaggy. His golden eyes swim with silver flecks and are set above a hawklike nose.