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Athame, quickly grasping the nature of the situation, makes a move to mediate between her companions.

But then, quickly grasping that she has nothing to lose and everything to laugh at if she does not, she makes a move to egg on her companions while making them both uncomfortable. Even Ath's quest can take a break for a good larf.

"Six feet down might not be enough for a big guy like Keth, Billy. You gotta bury him seven. Maybe eight. Maybe ten! Put me down there too while you're at it... I like a big, strong, tall man in an enclosed space, m'self, and death ain't nothin' but a condition... I have workarounds for that."

"Quick progress with these crusaders. Quick through this Dungeon of Graves, this Rappan Athuk. Quick progress from weakness to power. My ability to connect with the chill void of undead consciousnesses seems to grow by the day... my magic becomes stronger and more complex. It won't be long until I can redeem my sister's life and leave this place forever. O Sovnya, I hope whatever plane you are on, that you will not pine for me for long--give me time to find ten thousand gold and return to the city, and I will bring you back to me.

Athame watches Keth put her heavy pick through the last skeleton's skull with some feelings of sadness at the waste of it all--the waste of good, expensive magic. But the paladins have proven their worth as well. "Best to humor them. I must live long enough to raise my sister from the dead, wherever she may be. They are my best chance," she thinks to herself. Out loud, she graciously accepts her pick back from the half-orc.