How lucky the Conduit is to count me among her numbers! Who else would have had the expertise to construct the bone totem? Who else could have thereby created her a tireless shift of obedient miners?

How they scrape and hammer, swinging axes over empty skulls! The power is mine- the power of the totem! The power of their souls!

Strange to think that something so simple could hold the key to the souls and minds of dozens of thralls, but such is the power of necromancy as exact and expert as my own. Never in the old world would my talents have been celebrated! But now my work is worth its weight in rubies; this the Conduit, at least, recognizes.