[There was plenty of warning, but Ianthe isn't about to reveal how she came by it, even if her one skeletal arm ought to give a sizable hint. Identifying herself as an Imperial Saint when she can't do the sort of necromancy required to back that up seems like it might be a career-limiting move.
She can't do any necromancy.]
Then consider me rattled.
[Despite that, Ianthe shows no signs of being rattled, her voice as dry as her hair isn't. She'll willingly admit to disliking the situation intensely enough to maybe have a good sulk later, however. Scream into a pillow, throw a vase at the wall. That sort of thing.]
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She can't do any necromancy.]
Then consider me rattled.
[Despite that, Ianthe shows no signs of being rattled, her voice as dry as her hair isn't. She'll willingly admit to disliking the situation intensely enough to maybe have a good sulk later, however. Scream into a pillow, throw a vase at the wall. That sort of thing.]