"Remember, Altien teaches that magic is a gift to be cherished, not used for evil ends. As such, she will not countenance its abuse. Finding those that do so can be difficult." Kieran paused, then whipped off his cloak to reveal skull decorated black robes. "But not always. Necromancers tend to advertise their allegiance. Just look for the skull motif and you should have a good clue." He bent down and picked up a staff, also decorated with skulls.
"But sir-"
"Ah ah! I am to be addressed today as "Accursed Necromancer". Try to put as much loathing into the words as possible."
Dulae closed her eyes in a silent sigh of frustration before opening them again. "But Accursed Necromancer Sir, they really aren't going to be that obvious, are they?"
"Well, not always, but if they're using necromancy within our borders, they're either dumb as s+&~ or have an ego the size of Norah's taint. Besides, the costume is more to set the mood. Now, do you remember what I told you to do?"
"Yes, but I would rather not say, s-" Kieran raised the staff in a mock threatening manner "Accursed Necromancer Sir."
"Repetition is an important part of the learning process, Acolyte. Besides, you really need to loosen up."
Dulae rolled her eyes, then sighed again at the look of triumph on Kieran's face. "You told me to approach blasphemous spellcasters as rapidly as possible, attack them should they try and perform a spell, and not allow them to back away. Only with more cursing and invocations to kick them in sensitive areas."
"Eh, close enough. And don't forget the kicking! Nothing stops something evil from mind controlling your friends quite like a swift kick to their reproductive organ of choice. Now, let us begin!"
Kieran shook his staff threateningly while waggling his eyebrows. Dulae twirled her wooden practice sword once to find its balance, lunged forward and swung; despite a strong attack Kieran parried it away. "Not bad" he commented before stepping back five feet "But what did I say about letting me get away?" With that a pulse of power came from the staff and blasted Dulae off her feet. When she came to a moment later, the only thing she could think about was how aesthetically pleasing the gentle curls of smoke coming off of her clothing were.
"For reasons that are beyond our ability to know, it is shockingly difficult to strike someone who is moving precisely five feet away. But fear not! Over the next month I shall teach you the secret. Its all in your featwork."