She laughs emptily, freely. "We are cousins, despite the... state of our current affairs. We were children together. Then orphans. And now, we are this. How times change us."

Not enough, it would seem, to warrant a hastened exile, to usher Wrath out. She hesitates, then calls for a cup of her own wine, teasing each mouthful. "Word has reached you well. I am calling on... individuals of especial talent. Are you experienced in necromancy?"