"Oh, familiar faces..." The pale elf looks eerie in the semidarkness, like a ghost given flesh. "I hope you're not so frightened as to swing at every shadow. It's me, Jaethal. I don't recommend advancing down the hallway — assuming you value your life, of course. There were a few people with me, and you can see what happened to them."
"I'll answer, but briefly, and just once. Further scares and explanations will wait until we aren't being hunted by a group of assassins. Deal? All right. I'm...undead. These traps are deadly to the living, but they're harmless to me."
Jaethal looks at Linzi as though at an annoying fly. "As I said, further explanations will wait until later! All you need to know right now is that we're on the same side, and we have to fight off a small army of hired assassins. Let's get to it!"
