[ How familiar is she with necromancy? Not very. Not as an actual practice. Oh sure, she's seen certain rituals, heard local superstitions, learned some myths — the woman is well-traveled, after all, as much as one should expect given her long life. But the world she comes from is decidedly ordinary, except for her own existence and a handful of others like her. There is no magic. No monsters, except the human kind. And when people die, that's how they stay, no matter how many times Andy might have wished it were different.
Still, she accepts the idea readily enough. If she can live for almost seven thousand years without explanation, why can't someone raise the fucking dead? ]
Forgive me, Your Highness. [ Wryly: ] I'm just a simple soldier. So you'll have to explain things in simple terms.
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Still, she accepts the idea readily enough. If she can live for almost seven thousand years without explanation, why can't someone raise the fucking dead? ]
Forgive me, Your Highness. [ Wryly: ] I'm just a simple soldier. So you'll have to explain things in simple terms.