Glass Half-full of a Water God
We vanquish a necromancer who made his home inside some barrows and was using the reanimated corpses of a nearby ex-village as labour.
Barely has his cold body hit the floor when a phantom of dark swirling mist rises up from the Necromancer's corpse and addresses us. 'My Lord, Ehalazuhn, wishes to recognise your great efforts and asks you not to heed the lies spread about him by unbelievers.'
''Recognise our efforts'? Excellent, it sounds like we will be knights again!'
'Deathknights, maybe.'
'Either way, people will call me sir.'