"What is your name?" asked Dimios, thankfully, he was equipped with a ring bearing the blessing of comprehension, otherwise, making sense of so many different languages spoken by warped vocal cords would have been a tremendous challenge.
"Litrakq" she responded in the deepest, most guttural voice Dimios had ever heard, it looked like she was on the verge of coughing up blood and dying, but it was just how she normally sounded.
The undead had to admit, when he saw her elven features, he had expected a slightly more melodious voice than whatever auditory assault that was.
