Morgrim
Dead Like Me
"My name is Morgrim" He said petting the shapeshifting cat. He liked her uniqueness, while everyone else in the camp responded with some level of hostility at least she was friendly, even if it was naivete. "As for the information it is really just common knowledge to me, I grew up in a town of necromancers, alchemists and farmers. You picked up on a lot of things when you live in a small town. While most of the books have been burned I retained my knowledge, and nothing will make me loss that. The trail has gone cold." A pun since they were in a desert, and they are known for their blistering heat. "But this desert used to be a lake long ago belonging to an aquatic nation, sirens and mermaids, that kind of thing, though there was a human tribe that used a bubble spell to create a vacuum of life underwater where they were protected from bandits. There were a city very intuned with magic and built many temples and stored their prised artifacts and treasures of magical nature. I bet the Puppet master has found one of these temples and is using the power of a magical device to transmit and enhance control of his spell. If I may make a suggestion we should split into expeditions of two or three groups and scout out the area for any of the ruins, and meet back at this location every few hours."