Abasdarhon's Castle

Well, I guess I won't be a villain anymore.
— B-but... — the girl mumbled barely audibly, bewildered by what was happening and by the stranger's equally strange question.
Before answering, she tried to remember if she had seen a cat, but nothing came to mind.
— Alas, I haven't seen a cat... But I still don't understand! How will I recognize this Cezan Brasahog? And most importantly, who are you? What's your name, at least?..


And only Felian didn't forget anything...

Stop overthinking it) Life is beautiful) Time to get laid

— I'm quite resilient for an undead being with my health, I've been in scrapes, of course. Once, a caravan I was traveling with was attacked by a whole group of mental entities - that's when I first regretted that all my talents are basically limited to talking, - Lyu sighed. - But I fought as best I could, mental entities don't affect me, so we killed those who didn't manage to possess anyone. However, I don't like to talk about it. In general, I've been wandering around the Republic for many years and have been in many scrapes.
The main thing I'm proud of is that I can raise the deceased if necessary, but I am the only one of the people I know who can actually ask the dead if he wants his body to work for something important and good. They usually agree, of course... But for me, respect for another's death always comes first. I value them, I talk to them, and they reciprocate.
(a conversation with meditation, a necromancer with raising the dead, fatigue, and a draining ray, a mentalist)