It was not quite amusing, how each man had now tried to warn her about the perils of trusting the other. "It isn't," Raine said, but proceeded anyway, because while it was no one else's business really, Anton's opinion did matter to her and she was sure this came from a position of care, rather than judgment. "I don't know necromancers, Anton. Only Solomon."

If she had a gald coin for every time she'd told Genis some variation on 'we're not like them, we're different,' she'd have been able to finance Luin's reconstruction herself. Replace 'necromancer' with 'half-elf' and she might have heard Anton's words in any city, in either world, and it didn't quite sit well. But he didn't have that context for her, just as she didn't have his for necromancers, and Raine shoved down the instinctive defensiveness in favor of elaborating. "He is, perhaps, the first person here I trusted completely. Necromancy or not, he's a good man. I'm certain of that much."