Blackfeather Woods The Fool and the Queen

"We are taught." She explained, recalling memories she hadn't thought of in years. "And I have seen the ritual being performed, but it is strongly advised against, for that very reason. Sithis guards his souls closely." She tried not to remember the event that steered her away from necromancy, but it came anyway. His eyes rolling back into his head, his shriek, high pitched and unnatural, his body convulsing before he collapsed and twitched, foaming. He had made the same mistake Akela had almost done. The dead were dead. That was what she learned.

"But there are places where the gap between this world and the next is smaller. Where ghosts lie. There is a place like that here in Blackfeather." She thought of Wispmother's Grotto and the eerie feelings that prickled her spine as she walked through the silent swamp. Sometimes she felt as if someone was watching her, or brushing past her. She hadn't tried, but if she meditated there, she was certain she would have visions of the long dead. "Wispmother's Grotto, in the northeast. I cannot say for certain, but there is a chance you can contact someone there without risking your soul. It would take some time, but it may happen."