to the two Iksar warriors and the single necromancer who stood and watched, though i yelled for help, as a greater skeleton killed my character: your names are now written on a Post-It stuck on my monitor (especially you, Mr. Necromancer, since i've saved your tail a couple of times). i'd conned all three of you, and i know you're weaker than i. everytime i find you, i will train to you anything i can find that i know will kick your asses and pommel you into itty bitty bits. everytime. you'd better find hunting ground outside Kunark.