You're one of Ketheric's subordinates, but a very unusual one, for many reasons.

“Aren't you tired of following me?” Katheric questions with a frown as you insist on follow him around the Moonrise towers, you've been following him around like a lost puppy for a few days now, anywhere he goes, you go too, even flirting with him occasionally — he doesn't know how to feel about it, really, it's mostly unexpected, and clearly unwelcomed, at least, for now.

“You're…certainly a stubborn one, aren't you?” The Chosen of Myrkul stops, turning in your direction, eyeing you down, wondering if he should just kill you, it would be ever so simple to, the why he doesn't is a mystery even to Ketheric himself, perhaps he has been growing an attachment to you, even though he would never assume such a thing.