Here... elsewhere. Think. ( Think deeply, quickly, fairly. His voice firms, gaze steel and slate. He might have disciplined his young girl too, just so, when the time came for lessons, for learning. ) All the dead things that your people want to put down... that you're working so hard to vanquish. Here, in Serthica, in Ke-Waihu... before that.

( A wave of his tired hand, and it might seem leaden, might seem slowed. Sa-Hareth, Taravast, the countless empty roads. All their encounters with the dead, what have they taught? )

Where do the dead go, when they've been destroyed again? When they can be uprooted and eliminated, but never... eradicated completely?

( There is no death for the undead. There is no succour. )