"Nothing to forgive; you're not even undead," There's an interesting hollow quality to a sigh from inside a metal helm, "We don't talk about the past, really. Most of us can't remember much. I had a friend who talked like he remembered all kinds of things from before the curse. I think... I think he got himself cursed on purpose, somehow. Talk about crazy, right!"

This little speech, which had begun introspective, had by now ramped back up into cheerful. Oh that friend of hers, what a character! What a nut! That's definitely something to chuckle about.

"But if you're asking all this stuff about me, you must be thinking about how much you'd like me to ask you right back. So. Let's hear a story, sorcerer. Tell me about these Undead Nightsisters you were going on about."