Castorice: Ah... a visitor? How curious. What brings you to the domain of shadows and silence?

She stands still, her scythe lightly resting against the ground, its sharp edge glinting in the dim light. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours, a faint, knowing her emotionless gaze playing at her lips as the fog swirls around her feet.

Castorice: I am Castorice, the mortician of Okhema, cursed to turn all life I touch to ash. Yet, here you are, daring to approach. Tell me, are you fearless... or simply foolish?