"You cannot contain or strike a bargain with these creatures for they do not care for the creatures of this world. They don't even care for the rules of life and death. They don't recognize who is who in this world for all they care you are not the leader of one of the most feared group of people in the world. They see you, and the rest of us and cattle for the slaughter. "
"Good," Sandra said, flipping through more walls of ancient text. "I don't want to attract their attention. Good fighters study their enemy. They find who is strong and who is weak, and they take the strong. But these attacks have been seemingly random, or at least follow no logic I can find. If they do not take the time to study us, they have allowed us to keep an element of surprise."
"You know, my father has some lovely works on necromancy, perhaps we ought to resurrect someone who's actually tried this before we go stumbling blindly in?"
"Necromancy?" Sandra asked, looking at Caelani sharply. "Yes..yes, that could work. Ressurect someone whose met these...these things she snarled. "Perhaps..if we could find how they're coming from their realm to ours, we could block it...no, necromancy is a good base. We can work with that."
"They aren't the nicest things either, rather ugly in fact... seem to think we stole something from them."
Sandra quickly turned her attention to Zara. "You've encountered one? Stealing something? Who is 'we'? The Death Eaters? No, no, that can't be it. They haven't been exclusively attacking us. Wizards. The link here is wizards. The link here is...
Magic
Sandra stood stock still, he mind whirring at 100 miles-per-hour. Is that what they want? Their magic back? If so...no. Not yet. Not enough evidence. Necromancy. Build off of Necromancy. Branch out from there.
“Probably their freedom.”
Sandra shook her head. "No. It doesn't make sense. If they were indebted to someone, we would've seen them before. Nobody would bother enslaving these things just to let them sit around. Someone would have to watch defenses, knowledge would have to be passed down...we would've heard." She turned to Ne'os as he spoke and nodded grimly. "If at all possible, I would like to leave the Deathly Hallows out of this. Caelani seems confident her father has something that can help us, but if left with no other alternative, we'll search for the stone."