“"Sir, I have some bad news."

"What is it?"

"Your team, it's dead."

"Well, I know that, it's kinda what we necromancers do."

"No, it's dead again. Like not getting back up kinda dead."

"WHO COULD DO SUCH A THING TO MY BEAUTIFUL CREATIONS!?!? Chaos? Dark Elves? Skavens with lots of claws and a nasty rat ogre?!?"

"Ummm... No."

"Dwarves? Chaos Dwarves? Wood Elves with a really big treeman?"

"No."

"Orcs? Ogres? Another foul Necromancer?"

"No."

"Humans? High elves?"

"No, not High Elves?"

"Evil Amazonians? Foul Norsemen?"

"Think smaller."

"Goblin cheaters?"

"Getting warmer."

"Li... Lizardmen?"

"Lizardmen."

"Oh. Oh, I see. Lizardmen. Were all of the players killed by a kroxigor?"

"Not quite. They didn't have a kroxigor, per se."

"So sauruses did all of the dirty work then. Well, that isn't too bad. At least none of my players were killed by skinks, right? Because that would be... Well, it would be just sad."

"..."

"Wait, you mean... A skink killed one of my creations? A skink?"

"...Yes."

"Oh, I see. If you'll excuse me, I'll be upstairs, burning my necromantic tomes. Maybe being a baker will work out better."

"Maybe, sir. Maybe." ”