As they say there is strength in numbers.

You head over to the campus to seek out Mr. Demar. You figure he’ll be in his office. You knock and he tells you to come in and shut the door behind you. When you do, he’s surprised to see you.

“Hello. This is bit of a surprise. You took my class two semesters ago and I would’ve thought that you’d be on vacation now instead of here. So what brings you to my office?”

You decide to get straight to the point.

“Mr. Demar, I want to join the Dark Order. I’m skilled in necromancy and I want to learn more. I think I’d make a worthy addition to your class.”

Mr. Demar says nothing for a minute and just studies you before speaking.

“I see, and how do you know that I am the head of such an…organization.”
“Well, uh I’ve heard rumors that’s all…” you quickly say.
“Rumors eh? Such rumors going around about me would be very dangerous to my well being. Hope this isn’t a common rumor.”

You’re silent to this statement, as you’re unsure of what to say. Mr. Demar continues for you though.

“And tell me, if I was head of such an organization, you say I would want you? How is it that you are skilled in the ways of necromancy? How have you managed to train? Do you have access to the dead and possession of necromantic texts? How did you come across such things?”
“Well uh…I don’t like to mention this…but I have an ancestor who served under the Great Lich Lord and a couple of books of his have been in my family’s possession for centuries.”
“Well now, necromantic tomes from the era of the Great Lich Lord himself! I am impressed. And you say you had an ancestor who served under him eh? That’s even more impressive considering the Great Lich Lord eventually grew to loathe anything alive and only associated with the dead. That was why he was bringing death to the world in the first place. Such an ancestor would’ve had to been undead an unable to have children.”
“Uh…well he had ‘em before becoming undead.”
“Okay, but his family would’ve had to join his fate and hence they also would’ve had no children.”
“He…uh…liked prostitutes and…”

At this point Mr. Demar raises his hand to you. You instantly feel yourself paralyzed. You can only watch helplessly as he stands up from his desk.

“Stop. While this is amusing watching you squirm, I am a busy man. You want to know what I think? I think you recently stole those books from Big Red. I also think you recently killed three of my students in a certain warehouse in your attempts to gain more. While I might’ve considered you as Dark Order material if you’d come in here and told me the truth, I can’t abide by liars, especially someone so poor at it. Such a pity.”

With those final words, Mr. Demar causes your heart to explode.