Sun begins to set by the time you return the village. The Skeletal Maids set out a fine meal for you and Tiffany in the manor's great hall, with room and food enough for the unexpected addition of your new retainers. Abigail, Clint, and the now-collared Stella join you at the high table while Robert joins the other mindless revenants at the lower table. Clint is a dainty eater, almost excessively neat and well mannered. Abigail devours her food like a boisterous tomboy, ripping meat off the bone with her teeth. Stella stares at the food as if expecting it to be poisoned, and then at the happily eating Tiffany with deep concern.

Dormandal is there as well, his maids providing him an ice cold pitcher of milk. Chocolate milk tonight. Where it disappears to is a mystery.

"So, young master Clint, was it?" Dormandal asks the high Revenant you created with your blood. "Saligia tells me that you're a spellcaster. Pray tell, what branch of magecraft do you specialize in?"

Clint chews his cut of turkey and then swallows, washing it down with a sip of water before speaking. His face is expressionless, his blue eyes glowing intensely against his sclera which have been dyed black. Unlike your other revenants, he possesses a mind, though like a skeleton slowly gains awareness, his personality is yet to fully form. His voice is calm, light, and taciturn when he speaks, "Destruction. Specifically the actualization of wide-area exothermic phenomenon through the application of elementally aligned prana."

At his explanation, Abigail throws an arm around his shoulder. "Don't say it like that, Clinty~! There's way too many big words there, no one's gonna understand that."

Abigail throws a bright grin at Dormandal and says. "He casts fireball, Lord Dormandal. Not just the big boom type fireball, neither. He can make big snakes of fire, little precise rays of fire that burn through just about anything, and even walls of solid fire that'll trap baddies that try to get away. That's why Abby chose him as her team's blaster caster, 'cuz he's real good at it!"

Dormandal takes a sip of his milk, and when he replies, there's a tone of amusement in his voice. "Thank you for the explanation, Little Sis, it was very thorough. It seems you made some fine allies of these troublemakers, Lady Saligia. Though I do wonder why you haven't turned Sister Stella here into a high revenant as well. She looks like she's chafing under the slave collar... surely a happy healer is a more effective healer, no?"

"She's not simply a priestess, Dormandal," you tell him. "She's a maiden priestess."

"Ah, say no more," Dormandal nods when he hears that she's a virgin. "That would be far too useful for certain rituals, yes. I do hope you ensure that she enjoys her part, when the time comes."