You brought me a monster that raises the dead. [ For a hanging beat it seems like he might find that offensive, somehow: then he cracks a smile. ] Custom-selected for me? I appreciate it.

[ The God of Necromancers makes a wholly unnecessary gesture, and the Beast blood on her gloves dries before her eyes. It flakes away, tarry and insubstantial, like dust to his floor. ]

Anything you can tell me about its undead? Ghost, zombies, skeletons— the last two are the same by most counts, but it's the ghosts that interest me.