[Funkduder]

A long and pretty awkward pause erupted between the necromancer and Michael as Feenai and the healer scrambled down the manhole.
"I do believe..." Michael tried to begin but needed to pause to regain his thoughts. The question wasn't unexpected, when he thought about it, but it came by surprise to him anyways. "I believe that power, in whatever manifestation, and in the way you used it was noble." Michael wasn't talking naturally anymore. He was struggling to grasp the right words in order to completely formulate his thoughts. "I plan to repay you, with more than interest, and then I wish to ask you a favor, not now but at a later time."
He could think of a thousand things more to say to the old man, but left it at that because he felt that it was sufficient for the time being.
"Now then Altiel, I think our 'friends' went far enough. Shall we take the gates or the sewer?"
"It seems as though he doesn't think too highly of Jez'ebel. I'm still too accustomed to Babylon," thought Michael.