Ondine absently strokes the matted hair-like texturing falling over the small foul smelling minion’s head as it purred , leaning on her knee affectionately. Several others quietly, yet relentlessly push closer and pinch the closest, trying to vie for similar attentions from the Necromancer…knowing that if they make too much fuss she will banish them, … More Minions and Portals and Cloaks Oh MY