Will you do me a favor and praise Myrkul, the Lord of Bones? Bend your knee and offer your soul to the reaper, for Myrkul shall release you from your mortal coil and be reborn unto this land to spread plague, death, and chaos in order to keep the powers of elyria in check.
Unfortunately, I will be unable to oblige your request, friend.
The Lions of Areli do not cower in the fear of death.
When our time comes to die, we are not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death that, when their time comes, they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. We will proudly bellow out our death songs to our last breath, and die like heroes returning home, resting assured that we have perished to secure hope. That our future generations may reap the fruit of our labor and be able to enjoy their lives in freedom from tyranny and terror