My name is Ralkath Desare, and I’m dead. I suppose a little story as to how I ended up in such a state would be in order? Very well then, I have no delusions about myself, or those who worked with me. I was a greedy man, and as any priest will tell you, the Light punished me for it. * What, seems to be the trouble my friend?* I tried to place the look, the expression he wore, and when I did, it horrified me. I knew that look, it was the look of mild disinterest a man would wear while he cut wood, or performed some menial task. That's all this was to him. With that, he raised one of his maces.