Romoa did not consider herself unforunate to have served a warlord. The only regrettable moment was losing her beloved, the very master she served. Yet Romoa allowed herself little time to grieve, for she had to command legions of darnkess in his stead. Though initially a weak, powerless woman with no aptitude for the occult, she had been taught everything by her late husband. "Please watch over me", she whispered as she tenderly caressed the skull of the warlord.
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