[Leaning back into the chair she lowers her eyes to her coffee.]

Memories. Moments in which I've almost died...and the things that wait for me when I go home.

[After a moment she sets her mug down on the table, passing a hand over her forehead, fingers lingering along the fine lines of her Charter mark. The mark glows with a faint golden light, a tingling warmth against her fingertips from the contact helping to comfort her a little.]

I am Abhorsen; my duty is to bind the Dead in my world and return them to Death. They're not like those zombies though...and they can be brought back as things much darker than a reanimated corpse.