Grab the Necromancer

You grab Taylor, wrapping your fingers around her throat and slamming her to the ground, raising your mace into the air.

"Wait, please!" Taylor says frantically, holding her hands in a begging fashion.

The rows of undead warriors stop, as Taylor presumably orders them to mentally. You twirl your mace through the air, snarling.

"I'll keep you alive long enough to explain to me what's gone on here. Go on."

"I was exiled for my village for practicing with necromancy, so I came here," Taylor says. "I wanted to build an army, just to protect myself, but I knew whenever someone attacks an undead army, they target the necromancer to kill them and send the army crumbling to dust. So, I made a decoy leader."

"Interesting. Well, time to die, then," you say.

You raise your mace in the air.

"Please! I'm sorry!" she says desperately.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't smash your skull in."

"I'll join you like you asked! I'll give you use of all my men! I'll serve you!"

You snarl, twirling your mace around through the air.

"Good. But not good enough. I think you deserve a punishment," you say darkly, staring at the now meek and cowering girl.