Nald’thal, the Traders, once a single entity had with time become divided, although not completely. His winged body shifted gracefully between one half and the other to speak in turns.

The first to speak was the fiery-headed half, his voice calm and even. “I am Nald, keeper of the realm of the living.”

His body rotated, giving his stern, colder half a chance to speak in his own deeper voice. “I am Thal, keeper of the realm of the dead.”

In unison the two continued. “To you who have given us your faith, we bid welcome.”