Cecelia

Cecelia gives a soft amused smile when she sees you arrive; skeletons setting a plate and cup of tea across from her as a way to greet you. “Here to explain to me the errors of my way as a necromancer?” The brunette asks, her tone dancing with amusement at the thought. “If not, then please, join me. The local nobles are driving me crazy with their talks of properness and lectures on morality. I’m being rude, my name is Cecelia, ideally, it will have been a pleasure to meet you.”