Kryss is a city with many unusual trades. But the most unusual of them all is plied at the end of a tired, worn street in a tiny house that is hemmed in between two larger houses that lean precariously toward it. The sign hanging over the door is small and solemn, saying simply “Hawke and Johnson, C.N.M.” without even a picture to proclaim the trade. In a city filled with flamboyant merchants of every stripe, and businesses based on such strange talents as fire-eating and custom designed reputations, the small, inelegant black sign was definitely not a stand out. But then not everyone in Kryss can claim to be Certified Necromantic Mages.
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