<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>The Abyssal looked over the corpse, curious for a moment as she let her eyes glance over the still body.  "Greetings," she said, her gentle voice almost beautiful and melodic.  She hadn't even spoken around anyone in so long that the sound of her tone may surprise some of the people who might have thought her flatly incapable of speech.<br/><br/>The flurry of haunting whispers which surrounded her, however, showed no response which she expected, the cacophany of screams and threats that perpetually assailed her mind not registering any dead body inside.  Frowning in confusion, the Exalt suddenly reached out, her hands taking on a halting, twitching manner that made her almost seem like a puppet.  Fingertips reached for the neck, the wrists, the chest, searching over the body before her with a puzzled expression.<br/><br/>She wasn't certain until she put her head against the chest of the body, listening carefully before starting to relax.  She looked back to the others, "Not dead yet," but the sudden array of sparkling Essence flares from the tombs caught her by surprise.  Her voice changed suddenly as another phrase pushed out from her,<strong>"The dead are calling,"</strong>in a voice much harsher, crueler and much less human than her own.