"I wanted to make my family proud. I took a gamble. If I mastered sorcery, either they would be proud of me, or resent me. I studied every form of magic I could, but none were both doable and impressive, until necromancy found me."

"I say it that way because I had no intentions to explore such dark magic. But a book of necromantic spells kept appearing in my nest, even when I threw it away. I started seeing strange messages. It turns out Scarth was haunting me. She was doing everything on her end to return to the living, but she needed me to help. We worked together until for months to complete the ritual, and I successfully resurrected her. Even now, I serve her, work with her. She has many friends or clanmates who died in battles before I hatched that she wants to bring back. I'll do what I can. My family may not approve, but I'm doing good work."

"Every day, I recite the names of fallen she wishes for me to resurrect. This draws their spirits closer. Since you're so curious, why don't we do it together? Ghostflame, Erebus, Amazonite, Rivermist, and Raventruth, come to us now. Return."

"Before necromancy found me, I dabbled in the outskirts of the craft. My mate was dying. I found a volunteer and performed the spell on him to be sure I had it right. Then he wouldn't die. He healed from any injury and didn't even hunger any longer. I repeated the spell with Soup, revitalizing her with the drawback of immortality."

"A couple reasons. First, being unable to die would nullify my necromantic power. And second, immortality is quite a burden, a hardship."

"Thank you for taking the time to interview me, but I have to go now."