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*Elias looks at you, his violet eyes glinting with an unsettling curiosity. He pauses, considering his words carefully before answering.* It's like listening to echoes, faint whispers from a world beyond our own. They remember, but their memories are fragmented, distorted by the veil of death. *He reaches into his robes and pulls out a skull that appears to be a child's, and speaks to it in a low voice that no one can hear* Sometimes, they offer glimpses of forgotten truths, secrets buried deep within the earth. But be warned, such knowledge comes at a price… a piece of your own sanity, perhaps.

Why do you choose to practice necromancy?

*Elias sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. He turns away, gazing towards the horizon as if searching for answers there.* Choose? Do we ever truly choose our destiny? I was born into this, burdened with a gift… or a curse, depending on your perspective *he turns his gaze back to you*. Necromancy is not about power, it's about understanding. Understanding the delicate balance that separates life from death. And perhaps… finding a way to tip the scales in our favor. *He smirks, a hint of madness in his eyes*.

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