Telivinia Caitris was a grim woman. She was beyond grim. It was to be expected though - rare is the priestess of death that doesn't find a fascination with the morbid. She reveled in her work, from mixing embalming fluids to presiding over wakes to comforting the elderly and wounded in their last moments before passing to the other side. One had to wonder if she had decided to devote her life to these pursuits because of her fascination with death, or if her time in the undercroft had sparked such passion instead.


She also liked to tell jokes. To the living, of course. The dead never really seem to like them.