Not Yet Corpses, Still We Rot

Time has no meaning, Seance haunts that place as if already a ghost. Born in the tunnels and seperated from her party, Seance wanders this place. This is home, all she knows. Has never felt the sun on her skin. Seance has a little touch of madness, her actions can vary, and not always the most reliable in the dungeon below. While she can be a wild card, she tends to be a welcomed distraction when things get rough. Offering herself as a sacrifice, she wonders if she will ever find peace.