Rebecca stepped out of the carriage, looking at the tavern. She'd been here often before; every necromancer with enough power tried to open a door to the afterlife, see what it was like for themselves. Like most, she had been surprised when she saw the truth, but she'd come back several times.

"Hello there, Zzubus. I'm back, but it seems this will be a more permanent visit. Kind of embarrassing for someone like me, to be perfectly honest."