"Jasper seems keen on keeping the choir going far beyond its rightful point of collapse. Its skulls appear on the walls of towns it plans to plunder, singing to the defenders to sap their will to fight. Sometimes, Jasper adorns them on its carriage to provide further protection when needed."
"The priests of Mor and the knights of the Divine Hall consider the existence of this creature a special insult to the Order. Many members of the Black Guard have vowed to end the choir's singing, or die trying. So far, no one has succeeded. There's always a part of the choir that escapes death, forming anew, growing again, then seeking revenge. Among the many skulls of the choir, no less include those that belonged to people who attempted to hunt this undead."
"Heh heh heh!" A creepy laughter echoed from behind the pit, "Oh, crow of Mor, you know quite a lot. Looks like a delicious prey; I'll twist off your skull, turn it into the most beautiful decoration, and present it to my great master."
