"Some of the dragonsworn have lost their old powers, but they have been gifted with new abilities. It is not unusual. Some have become paladins or priests." But, looking down at this girl, he found it difficult to place her in the same category as the merciless soldiers of the Lich King's army. Granted, the majority of them defected after being betrayed, but that made them no less terrifying to behold. There were many questions about their existence, hinging between undeath and life, that Krasus was never able to answer.

There was a dark side to his powers of life-giving, and once more he found himself faced with it.

"... You have become a necromancer-- a death knight, to be precise." He kneels beside her, keeping his voice low. "Though you possess the potential for strength like you have never dreamed of, you are no longer of the living."