"I do not know," he answers truthfully. "I have no seen her since. She is the sort who chooses when to be seen."

Or at least Ravine has always struck him as such. He really should call her and thank her, but... well, his mind has been unfortunately preoccupied.

"If I may ask you a personal question," he prefaces before diving right in, "have you ever died in this place? Were slain and necromanced by the false gods?"