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(Sorry I had Seder i forgot to post this... or add me trips)
Your name is the Countess... actually to be quite honest thats not a name its a title, but it's what you have.
Unlike a few ghosts, with their mortal attachments and sob stories, you are Pure, born entirely of the distorted world, unsullied by the Staticland. This nobility puts you at a higher status then the mere echos of polluted lands or sad corsolas... or at least, you consider it so. Though you acknowledge that perhaps the common folk understand the seedier staticlands better than you. However you were quite proud of your silver spoon, it may not have been something you worked for, but you have worked to maintain its luster.
Not to get too specific of Polterpolitics, which you imagine the Breathers would find droll, but as a Gormund you are very particular about flavors. And sugar does not taste sweeter then in the Overtamed lands of the living. There's a sort of exoticism to the flavors these noble savages, these people of the lands can bring out.
So when a woman asks to be your vassal. A savage from whom flavor hangs behind her like a second specter... well you would be cruel and stupid to refuse her. And you are only one of those things.
You are sure this Gurie person will serve you well, and you look forward to rewarding her handsomely.
>Name the Countess (Whatever name you give her Countess precedes it)
