"Of course it's something I want to do!" she exclaims, with more force and certainty than usual, clear passion rising in her voice.

"I worked to have these ancestors! The Tribunal scattered them and suppressed their heritage, and I grew up knowing nothing of the truth of my family line. Those who are left unmourned wander the seas of Oblivion, and the warp of the cosmos might eventually transform them into vengeful, hungry things. The House of the Dead is not a prison, it is a safe harbor and a place of identity within the turbulence of existence. All of us who were thralls of Dagoth Ur were so because he himself was lost and unmourned, risen to a hungry god through the power of the power the Tribunal greedily harnessed for themselves. And if I have no family waiting for me on the other side, I question whether or not I myself will be able to find rest."