The necromancer stopped.
Not because he had to, but because he was curious, and he was the kind of person who indulged curiosity.
He turned back toward Damon with the same pleasant expression he'd worn throughout, dark green eyes carrying the particular attention of someone who had decided this was worth a few more seconds.
"Yes?" he said.
Damon looked at him for a moment.
"Five of your lieutenants entered an A-rank rift yesterday," he said. "You should probably send someone to check on them."
The station held its silence.
Something moved behind the necromancer's eyes. A small and almost controlled, but there. The pleasant expression didn't crack exactly. It just became slightly more deliberate, which was its own kind of crack.
He held Damon's gaze for longer than necessary.
Beside him, across the other three lieutenants' faces, mixed emotions flashed. Some were surprised by the remark, and others were angered, but none acted before their vice leader gave an order.
