"Elves are great mages and they were the first druids, but they're never shamans," he quickly tells Gry before Hemming can speak. "I'll have to tell you more some day."

And when Hemming is speaking, he's quiet, thoughtful. The gesture to his face makes him lean back slightly, but he's upright quickly enough as the hand is gone in short order.

"I can turn into a beast," he says, nodding. So it's not part of being a 'draugr,' but they don't need to know that. "A wolf on two legs. I ain't any heavier than I was in life, but I'm stronger for sure. Death knights can rot. But when we regenerate, we always return to exactly as we were when we were raised. We are restless, but that's not what brought us back. I was resurrected by a council of necromancers after my soul was consumed by my runeblade." He shrugs his shoulder to bring attention to the weapon hidden in the scabbard at his back.

He laughs quietly when he admits, "I can't change the weath– Well?" Hmm! "I can make winter storms? But very small ones. My magic is all ice and shadow and necromancy, but some death knights work with blood magic."

Another attempt at a laugh falls flat as he clearly wrestles with his nerves. "It wouldn't be fair of me to say I'm calm or happy. There are... Rules? That I have to obey on my world but don't affect me when I'm off of it. I get to be friendly here and in the in-between world where Runa meets me because the rules don't apply." He hopes. It's yet to be determined how things work on Earth, but the Nyströms don't need to know that, either.

Then he leans in and asks Ragna specifically, "Do you know if the necromancer Harith Nur is here? And if he is, what should I do if he sees me?"