"Genetics, maybe?" Njoki pauses for a moment, trying to recall her history. "What year are you from? I mean, if I say it's 'genetics', does that mean something to you?"

"Either way, I do what I do naturally. I can sense out the dead and undead, I've done conjure for years, and then one day, a man came to me and offered me a lot, a lot of money to try and heal his face." It wasn't really an offer that brooked refusal. "I did it and got a reputation for tough cases."