The Necromancer is near!

[Arzu]

Spiritwalker Arzu, Priest of Rathma and Order of The Bone didn’t like keeping company with others but the situation warranted it.  He knew that her guild’s assassin code forbade her from attacking him in public so he kept close to people as best he could.  In his eyes, she was a rookie.  She made mistakes that could be capitalized on and he intended to do just that.  Twice before he had already spotted her and took the time to look directly into her eyes.  “Oh, a fiery one she is, “he mused to himself.  His companions and he had been walking across the Blood Moor and back to the Rogue’s Encampment.  As usual, he was bringing up the rear when a sudden glint of light caught his eye.  So nice of her to keep her blades in such pristine condition.  The better to cut with.    However, when stalking your prey in the darkness, the moonlight bounces off the polish of those pristine blades revealing a rookie’s position.  Quite frankly, I’m getting tired of playing cat and mouse with me being the mouse.   It’s almost too easy to evade her.   I actually fooled her into thinking I had left town once.  She followed the caravan for several leagues before she came back.  She must have been mortified to see me sipping my ale on the porch of the bar.  A smirk crossed his face at that thought.  If she was really good, she would never be spotted.  I think I’ll tell her.  He took out a scroll and began scribbling on it while keeping his eye on her.  By now, his companions were several yards ahead and out of view.  He rolled it up and dropped it on the ground.  He started to back away to put some distance between them as he raised a Clay Golem.  He pointed down to the scroll and uttered, “protect”.  After a few moments, the golem crumbled back to the ground. 
It took a second before the reality sank in and she became incensed. Not at the diversion for an escape, no, that was a good idea- and she was rookie enough to fall for it!   Dammit!    She decided to get the damn message before she left. She strode with a purpose in the dark, finding the parchment easily. She pocketed it for now; she would read it in daylight, later. For now, she had to make her way back to camp to keep an eye on the Barbarian.
She took off into the night, fuming.  The parchment in her pocket seemed to burn her hip; she wanted to know what had been written. A threat? A challenge? A taunt? The Necromancer was intriguing, she would admit. She hoped she wouldn't have to kill him. The ease with which he thwarted her attempts to follow the Barbarian had unnerved her. When she had been in training, she had of course been schooled in what to do if you were discovered before you could strike. The problem was, they never covered what to do if it was the same person time and time again! She knew being found out was the mark of a poor Assassin, but she had always been taught to know when her target was more than she could handle. True, he wasn't her target, but why did he keep stopping her from watching the Northman?
The parchment became a heavy weight in her pocket. She eyed the camp; it seemed that everyone had retired for the night. She watched the Caravan master as he peacefully smoked his pipe by his wagon. She had to risk it; perhaps she could read the note, too.
She made her way down from her perch on the palisades and moved around to the front of the camp, walking in without being stopped by the Rogues on guard. She made her way to the campfire. Without any rush or seeming interest, she withdrew the parchment and opened it, tilting it so she could see the lines in the dark.

Greetings, Assassin.
I commend your tracking abilities. I hope your blade work is up to par with them, for you will need them dearly to take me on. I know your creed, and so I will not question why your masters have decided to waste a fourth agent upon me, nor will I plead for my life. I promise you an interesting hunt, Assassin. Your skill speaks for itself, but know this: while I respect you, I do not respect those who underestimate me. If you continue to behave in such an unprofessional manner in regards to ending my life, then you will find that my respect for you will quickly diminish. I trust that your code is well, and has not changed in regards to innocents? When you strike, make it count, Huntress, for I will strike back. I promise you a challenge.
On another note, perhaps you should use pitch on your blades?
Respectfully,
Spriritwalker Arzu , Priest of Rathma, Order of the Bone,

She didn't know whether to be flattered, relieved, or angered. It was a threat, a compliment, and a challenge rolled into one.