“Not yet. I… I was scared,” admitted Amanita. “It’s one thing for somepony to threaten to kill you and use your corpse as a puppet, it’s another to have already seen that the pony do that to others. So I waited for a good opportunity. And then Circe said she’d show me how to make a phylactery. I’d need to live long to learn every aspect of necromancy. She was already almost four hundred years old, and she needed to fix her phylactery, so-”