Sense of Death seems like a pretty lousy power to be born with, but he won't say that out loud. Not that he's really that sure what it even means. But he's trying to take it all in stride.

Still, it makes him pretty damn uneasy.

"So," he says, his tail twitching restlessly on the floor like an impatient cat's. "What can you do?"

She mentioned putting the dead to rest. That didn't sound all that bad, other than the way she kept saying necromancy. In his mind, it brings to light memories of ghouls and zombies, of moth-eaten corpses wandering from their graves. Nothing good. Nothing restful.