Elke is praying quietly at a shrine on the road to her home in Fort Kyosha. The wind is cool, and the sky clouds but no rain comes. She revels in the sound of whistling wind, as if the gods whisper back to her.

Lithe and pale, she is an unassuming woman save for her cadre undead of undead patiently waiting at her side, garbed Whitehall Paladin armor. Warriors of faith, even in death, ever serving their priestess.

A skeleton whispers to her. She smirks at your presence. "Come to escort me?"