"It is difficult to say precisely," she murmurs.

Her smile is gone, now, and dark eyes are shadowed as she watches him.

"But the Dark One is the Lord of the Grave, and you yourself mentioned certain associations with necromancy. I ... feared ... that given the circumstances of your last arrival at the bar prior to your return here, and the presence now of those who live and walk where they once had died..."

Moiraine trails off there before murmuring,

"I am glad to find otherwise."