*Gyrocoptor Noises* *Distant Rocket Explosions*
Welcome to Estalia gentlemen.

I will not lie, the chances of your survival are small.

Some may even turn against your friends as living corpses, but you have my word that I will use my arcane gifts to ensure your bodies are given unto Morr's Garden.

This is the greatest reward, more than even gold, for the fate of your soul is an eternal concern. Now come, follow me. Strike down the undead that rise against us, allow me to find this eldritch amulet. I ask not for my own selfish studies, but for the good of the Empire!