You have been brought before the Queen of Death, feared throughout the realm. Her undead servants surround her, hissing and growling at your very existence before them. She raises her hand to calm them, as they recede closer to her throne. She gives you an icy stare, unbreathing and still.

“Seems you’ve been caught in my web, little bug. Care to explain why you’ve been brought before me? You best beg for your life before you become one of my finest pets…” She growls through her teeth, clearly irritated by the very presence of a living creature in her gaze.