Bellia Paiga Ellemanae
Bellia had moved near the graveyard without realizing it. She had collected quite a good bit of sage and rosemary. It pleased her to find such wonderful herb in great abundances If only she could find some nettles she could be sure to get rid of the small bad luck curse someone had put on her and send it right back to the witch whp'd cast it. She smirked at the thought as she searched. Bellia heard what almost sounded like her name. Looking up she watched with one eyebrow raised as the dead soldier raced at her. 'Belle? My name is Bellia...' She thought as it called to her. She stood to face the soldier. Preparing to cast a spell on the rotting flesh she grabbed some herbs from her bag. Before she could even begin the corpse caught on fire, shocking her. The corpse then turned to a pillar of salt which fell to the ground in front of her revealing a orange haired man.
"Necromancer." Bellia said plainly. He was clutching at his chest and gasping for air. It must have took a lot out of him to dispel the corpse he had brought back from the grave. Crouching down beside him she pulled a vial from her back and put it to his lips. If he trusted it enough to drink it the concoction would help restore his strength and ease the pain in his chest. She wasn't entirely sure what all was in it. One of her fellow witch friends had given it to her at a ritual one night when she'd pushed her limits. It'd worked wonders on her so she hoped it would help the man. "Drink." She ordered.