Luka searched the Necromancer's body.
He hoped to find something useful to help him or his allies, but only found a few copper coins and the broken staff, which he'd drained dry of Miasma. In other words, it was all garbage and useless.
He took the only thing he found half useful.
An expensive dark blue robe, likely worn by the female dark elf before he killed her. Its size was much too large for the petite male elf.
"A woman's robe, well, it's better than nothing."
He flung the robe over his shoulders, sliding his hands through the silk inner material and fastening the belt. Though Oblivion could create a pseudo outfit, it was too obvious when someone closely scrutinised him.
"Hm?"
Reina's cries suddenly stopped.
Luka instantly jogged down the riverbank, searching for a place to cross. He refused to experience that agonising pain again and quickly found a fallen tree a few hundred metres down the bank.
