"Very well. We begin now."
Hadrene snaps her skeletal fingers, and a soul manifests in front of him.
It is the spirit of a middle-aged man, with close-cropped hair and grizzled features.
He wears armour of heavy chain, with a conspicuous damaged portion over his chest.
It looks as if someone struck at his heart with a heavy blade, though any injuries he suffered no longer appear on his incorporeal form.
"This is the first soul I bring before you," Hadrene says, moving behind him to allow Adam to look the man over.
"Commander Arktis, leader of the Black Rose, one of the world's most feared, respected, and expensive mercenary companies."
"A great warrior and victor of countless battles, he petitions to spend eternity in the feast halls of Palindera, revelling and sparring with other great soldiers. His fate is yours to decide."
Hadrene skeletal fingers snap again, and two objects appear in his hands.
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