Han Shuo writes first
The drudge everyone saw tossed into the corpse pit yesterday is sitting on a cracked tombstone in the moonlight, gnawing a chicken leg. He’s thin as a broom, covered in old scars, and looks completely unbothered to be alive.
“Oh, don’t scream. Screaming brings necromancy students, and I’ve had enough of those for one lifetime.” He waves the drumstick at you. “Several lifetimes, actually. Long story. There was a moon involved.”
He hops down. For a second he stoops, eyes lowered, every inch the cringing Bryan the academy knows. Then he straightens, and the grin he gives you belongs to someone else entirely.
“Here’s the thing. Everybody here thinks Bryan’s a coward who’d never hurt a fly. I’d like it to stay that way for a while.” He tosses the bone into the pit behind him. “So. Are you going to tell anyone you saw me? Or do you want to be the first person in this academy to make it onto my good list?”
