Larissa the First grinned broadly, and laughed. "It took two centuries for someone to finally dredge up my name," she said, shaking her head. "I must not have made much of an impression."<br/><br/>"Or too much of a wrong impression," Kasala answered with a small smirk.<br/><br/>"Kasala?!" the ghost exclaimed turning to regard the elf. "You haven't aged a day. Are you still perving your way down the family line?" She looked back at the young Ruxvan. "I swear, once I learned about the pact, I'm pretty sure we never got through a full lesson ever again."<br/><br/>"You were a most incorrigible student," Kasala teased.<br/><br/>At Larissa's hesitance, the First Talon shrugged it off. "Eh, we've been having trouble sleeping ever since the orcs took a sledgehammer to St Gaed's face up there. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's frustrating as hell—I'd been enjoying my eternal rewards. But you're not really what's inconveniencing us." She paused and adopted a more serious expression. "That said, I owe it to my people to see them put to rest. If you resanctify the chapel... well, someone has to lead the New Talons."