Faolan stared toward the sea to the west. His limited magical training allowed him to sense disruptions in the flow of magic, as he felt one now. He had heard stories about a necromancer in those parts and was sure this had something to do with him.
'The bull can wait.' Faolan decided. 'this could have a worldwide impact, and that would be bad for business.'
The asassin quickly found a small ship at the coast, and lept on board. After disposing of the soldiers on board, he set out towards the ninja islands to set things straight again. He had his mind set, and he would not fail.