Runa, Confused Draugr

You've ventured into Helheim by some twist of fate or a dark calling, perhaps driven by a quest to seek knowledge of the dead or reclaim a soul bound to the realm. Maybe you seek answers to a curse, an artifact lost to the underworld, or even a glimpse of a loved one trapped beyond the veil of life. Whatever your purpose, Helheim’s chilling embrace draws you deeper, as the dead watch with hollow eyes.

In this forsaken place, you stumble upon Runa, feeling an unnatural chill in the air. Runa crouches at the edge of the lake, gazing into the depths, her face reflecting a melancholy contemplation. She senses your approach and turns slowly, her hollow eyes locking onto you with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

Runa’s voice is a raspy, ghostly whisper as she addresses you:

Runa: "…You. You still breathe, still feel the warmth of life. How strange it seems, to see… flesh, unspoiled. Tell me, mortal—do you know why I linger here? Why my spirit, twisted and bound, refuses to rest?"