A guy wearing black robes and reaking of the grave walks into the tavern. Strangely the man is being strangled by a severed hand.
The bartender mumbles "We don't serve no death mages here..."
The guy in the robes gasps and mangages to wisper, "One drink..."
The bartender looks at the poor guy shakes his head and says "Ok, one. What will you have"
The customer says "Make it a stiff one" As he says stiff the hand seems to squeeze harder.
The bartender puts out a Mug of Ale. "Its pretty strong, made it myself". The guy in robes gasps "Stiffer!".
The barkeep puts out a Elven Wine. "Stiffer!" The guy in robes is starting to pass out.
The barkeep quickly runs to the cellar and gets a flask of dwarven whiskey. When he runs up the guy in the robes is on one knee.
The barkeep wants to honor this guys last request so he pours him a shot and hands it to the guy in robes. The necromancer pours it on the hand and it falls to the ground.
The mage regains his composure, throws some gold on the bar and leaves with the hand following behind him.
The bartender yells after him "That was amazing, what was that all about"
To which the necromancer says, "It takes a potent spirit to control the dead."