I believe I have already made myself clear about this subject in the past, but many of my kind contemporaries seem to entertain the belief that criticising a colleague's work without any knowledge or substance, not even an ounce of understanding of the topic even.
It is truly a bizarre thing, we all gather inside of this secret tower to speak of matters relating to our good friends, the undead, and yet, we have failed to shine a light on the fact that many amongst us are dead of mind!
In any case, there is no point to the name calling, no matter how entertaining or true the activity may be.
It seems a discourse has arisen on the subject of undead synesthesia, it used to be widely agreed that the purer an undead was, the more their senses merged with one another, hearing through sight, seeing through smells et cetera and et cetera, I shouldn't have to repeat myself on the basic concept, I hope.
A great portion of the misunderstanding of the theory of the perfect synesthesia for a perfect undead lies in the extra senses, I'll admit, I believed that I had also made this clear, but allow me to elaborate once more.
Let us first admit that our perfect undead is based on the corpse of some lizard, and has thus access to some vision of heat, yes, through that particular sense, the synesthesia still applies, just as it applies through the dead one's ability to detect life, death, mana or any other energy.
Perfect means perfect, we are not dealing in approximate, the theoretical undead we are speaking off is simply a beast of perception, all that it needs is a good range for its senses and the capabilities to react to what it can perceive to be a true beast.
If you only skimmed through my writings, here is the simplified version, the perfect undead is simply built differently.
-Ohith Of The Underground Tower, 'A Brief Reminder'
Time went on as it was supposed to, and the relatively cool night soon turned to a gruelling hot day, the twin suns showed their ugly maws once more, quickly eating up the streets and producing a blinding light for those that made the mistake of raising their eyes.
Loimos stood his ground, his arms crossed and looking down, despite looking absolutely suspicious beyond end, no one was really feeling like bothering with his existence, people were filling up the streets, all headed in various direction, the skin already glistening and the air filling up with the distinct smell of sweat.
It would be a good idea for the undead to learn how to replicate this smell, at the moment, he was suppressing the vile odours he was supposed to unleash upon his surroundings, only his clothes carried a vague smell of dust, he mostly reeked of salt though.
Soon, Armond went past him as well, they locked eye contact for a moment, the living couldn't maintain it, it would appear that the undead's impression of a threat had been on point, he followed the guard around the whole day and couldn't catch any sign of him being nefarious.
Apart from him allowing carriages containing drugs of course, Armond must have mentioned him to the carriers, they all motioned to him and one even spoke a bit, Loimos had inserted himself into this organisation the night just before and none seemed to be able to find fault with it.
They were either a much bigger group than the undead had expected, or those guys were wholly ignorant, maybe simply idiots.
The guys in charge of getting the drugs inside of the city were deemed to not have been granted much information anyways, they were the most likely to be caught and interrogated after all.
His short conversation with the talkative one was rather fruitful however, he had learned that they weren't members of Alizé per se, they were employed by them but were really part of some sort of gang inside the city, a blackmarket of sorts, Armond had been working with them from the start as well.
Alizé had set nothing up, simply hijacking the current criminal affairs for themselves.