Home rebuild

The return to Undercity was a warm welcoming for Viragio.
He strode along the newly rebuilt city, his hands clasped together behind his back.
Slow paces. No rush.
The Reserve group was disbanded and everything seemed to have returned to normal.
From a distance Viragio could see the next generation deathstalkers train.
He halted to observe.

The deathstalkers kept their garde up and sparred against eachother. Some lasted few seconds and some managed a longer while.
Viragio lifted an eyebrow. Slightly impressed about their new fighting style.

"..Impressive. But not quite perfect, yet!"
Viragio looks at the drill sergeant. A fellow undead with no hair.
Steel as teeth and a dreadful glare, clad in plate armor.
"Perhaps I were expecting too much of you, little worms. Again!"
The drill sergeant yelled at them. And Viragio just stared.
The deathstalkers began to train again. They fought more ferociously this time.
Viragio smiled with the left side of his lip and moved on.
Swords and daggers echoed, Viragio kept moving.
Viragio were about to pass a cross section. Passed the entrance to another section to his right and hears a "Psstt..!".
It made him halt and turn around. Lifted an eyebrow and looked at someone who were clad in dark leather.
Not Forsaken. An elf.
Viragio blinked.
"Cainen?"
The elf stood up from the crawl position, to full height.
"Why.. did you bring me back to life, Viragio..?"
Viragio grinned darkly but it quickly faded again.
"Becaussse I found you very ussseful, Cainen."
Cainen kept stareing at Viragio and lowered his mask.
Revealing his young, pale skin with a green rune on the forehead.
Viragio peered at the rune.
"It is still working... good." Viragio thought to himself and looked back at Cainen.
"Then... I am in your debt, Viragio.. my master.."
Viragio smiled with satisfaction. Pleased.
"I will sssearch for you when I need you, Cainen. There'sss sssomething elssse I need to take care off."
Viragio turned and Cainen bowed before he ran off in to the shadow.
As Viragio continued his daily rutine check, he turned in to a passage that leads to the center in Undercity.
There were other forsakens like him, nearly like him.
Some spoke in gutterspeak and some spoke in their own language from an old life, long forgotten.
Viragio approached the bank and were greeted by a ghost. An elegant lady, whose features could be described as sexy and amorous.
He dropped a small bag filled with gold coins at the desk between them.
The ghost took the bag with no problem.
"Same donation as always?" she asked, the voice echoed.
Viragio shook his head. "Not thisss time. It isss for my own ssssavingsss."
The ghost turned and placed the bag in Viragio's bank account and decided to help another customer.
Viragio turned and took a look with his hands clasped behind his back.
Home... he thought to himself.