Two birds with one stone

Samria looked at the eerily silent Foster, and quickly clapped his hands together to cut through that silence, "Anyway, what can I do for you? You said you came to talk to me about something?" he asked with a smile on his face, and Foster slowly nodded.

"Yeah... I've got some questions about necromancy. I told you last time, but I honestly don't know that much about it," he said, but before the man in front of him could reply, Foster held his hand toward the man next to him, "Ah, sorry. This is my friend, Lynol. Lynol, this is Samria, the necromancer I told you about."

"It's a pleasure." Lynol said in his cold, emotionless tone, something that seemed to make Samria a little uncomfortable. For someone that dealt with death all day, he was a far too cheerful person, anyway, "...likewise. But well, how can I help you, exactly?"