Cleanliness Of My Fellow Undead

Always so much talk about my kind... So much worry. But we keep to ourselves, no? None are maimed, none are usually killed.

Then why is it the living who dirty this place? I am finding soiled undergarments, strange substances used to blow pink bubbles and now, today, I go to dine and find old sausage under chair!

Aleera does not look kindly upon your discarded food in her presence, mortals. Your putrid sausage mocked me. I shall not care for it to happen twice.

CLEANSE YOURSELVES OF THIS LAZINESS.

Or others shall make you.