Vincent arrived at the request of fellow banescale, Tiamat. He was only told the clan leader required his assistance, but little did he know the task at hand would land him in the permanent role of "Necormancer Trainer."

Sandiago is also a necromancer- ah, sorry, a necroDANCER. She assists Vincent in his tasks and works. She was more than a little overwhelmed when she arrived to Guardian Draco. She was comforted by Vincent's equally surprised eyes.

"Necromancy is only evil if the souls are unwilling and the creations are treated as tools. Do NOT get it twisted."

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"A Teaching Moment"
The banescale wasn't one to meddle in the affairs of the living. He roamed the ruins, graveyards, and battle fields because no one lives there- only the dead who need to be told to move on, only the souls who need to be pointed in the right direction, and corpses that need to be buried. So when a longneck approaches him with a "opportunity" he thought it would be related to a way ward spirit or, if it was paying, a exorcism. He didn't expect to be guided to a Guardian and his two minions- it really is his fault for giving the trio the wrong idea.
"Bane was it? I do not believe i can help the zombie, but the walking phylactery is intriguing." He was under the impression the long neck wanted his assistance to be rid of these dragons. "Oh no!" he gestured wildly with his candle. "This is Tybalt, my friend's clan member. He made these two on accident." Vincent's eyes had widened- "How do you create a phylactery and zombie on accident?" When you are untrained, frightened of your own powers, and just thought you could see and talk to ghosts, not make them. Vincent understood what the "opportunity" was right then and there: this dragon needed a teacher. One who could also help the collateral too. With a sigh he approached the Guardian- "Alright, lets hear it. What am I working with?"

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