But it was barren: I saw no sign of life or death or even undeath. The black, windswept plain held nothing. I found not even a footprint. I paced upon this dark mountain, wondering how so many a varied tale could have hinted at his presence, and how so carefully kept a secret could led me up this mountain when there was nothing to find. Has he died and faded into dust? Did this dust just blow away into that fathomless depth where those great monsters lurk? Is there yet no sign of him? Is nothing left of the necromancer?