It's troubling that Cedric still expects trouble in the Grand Necropolis, enough that a skeleton he's scared of has value as a watcher. Emmrich had rather been hoping the dead could have a respite, and those who tended them could as well. Cleaning up after the chaos has been an incredible amount of work on top of everything else. He doesn't like the idea of joining the Riftwatch only to leave his Mourn Watch colleagues in the midst of a new storm.

That thought's driven directly out of his mind at Cedric's question. Emmrich drops the helmet he'd been holding from fear-frozen fingers before shakily picking it back up. He does not look at the other man. He doesn't want anyone to see the fear in his eyes.

"My students, I'd suppose." His heart pounds as he carefully places it on the skeleton before him. There's the chance he won't die. That he won't be gone. But even if it comes to pass, this won't fall under his duties. He won't be out here.

"There are many promising ones. Among my students. Why?"