War's weight

One gold... That was what her life was worth. No, even less than that. Dead, a corpse. Her body would be worth a handful of silvers, perhaps even a dozen. After all, just a few days ago, she was a captain of the guard, someone who has perfected her skills and reached Tier 5 through diligent training. Her young age meant she still had much to look forward to, that she had...

Her body was the perfect material for the undead. An average necromancer wouldn't be able to keep her at that level, they might turn to making her a flaming reanimate. But even then, the chances were that she would die. After all, successfully creating a flaming reanimate was only a 1 in 3 chance. 

Knowing this, or at least speculating such, Adriana knew her life was actually only worth eighty or so silvers. A pitiable amount. It could keep a family fed for a few months, but to assign it as the worth of life was cruel.