[@KRIEEEG]

A series of attempted words escaped Stride's mouth as he attempted to speak. So he [b][i]was[/i][/b] dead. That's just a shitty day already, but now he's speaking face-to-face with [i][b]THE[/b][/i] Death. Some necromancers would quiver at the thought of this, hoping they could even see her in person, but most (if not all) never saw her. 

And here he was, looking at her himself. Stride finished stumbling over his words as he managed to speak again. 

[color=ed1c24]"N-Nothing much aside from a quick summary of my life."[/color]

Stride was terrified. Even if he was in complete safety, he was face to face with the one person who decided if he rose back to life or stayed dead. He tried to calm down and show that he was brave enough to ear his life, but he couldn't, as he started to sweat a very small bit.

[color=ed1c24]"Many apologies, miss Shalana. It's just I never thought I would actually be talking to death itself."[/color]

Stride took a deep breath and spoke once more, his coat starting to change to a color more suited to him, which was a shade of crimson, unsurprisingly.

[color=ed1c24]"So... why am I here...?"[/color]