Quanire is a low-ranking acolyte in worship of The White Dove, lawful good goddess of healing and purity. While The White Dove is opposed to undeath in all forms (as it is a corruption of life), Quanire is merely 16, and his mind is much more open than most of the elders.
"You joke, but I may have seen exactly that. Come, let's share a smoke out back and I'll lay out my troubles. I think a darkness could be approaching the land." We head around to the back alley of the temple for seclusion from the elder priests. Smoking is frowned upon, but necromancy even more so. "I somehow got pulled into the Plane of Death. Not on purpose. Just one moment I was in bed, staring at the ceiling, and like an arrow I was suddenly THERE. And something's wrong. Boron's Guards weren't even there." I take a long drag from the pipe, and pass it to Quanire. "And I saw another visitor there too. Someone from within the city. They walked right up to a spirit and started threatening him. As soon as he did, I was suddenly shot back to our world. I do not know if it was him." Quanire passes the pipe back to me, blowing interlocking rings of smoke into the air. show-off. "And the real kicker, is that I recognized that spirit on the way over here. I saw him driving a carriage towards the palace, and he did NOT look pleased to be there. Had this crazy crest on the carriage, look," I say, handing him the drawing I made earlier. "Seen anything like it before?"