You say, 'Hail, Devin Traical' (npc in PoK by the base of the Library)
Devin Traical says 'Greetings. I assume you have come to speak to me about [Shadowrest]?'
You say, 'shadowrest'
Devin Traical says 'Ahh, perhaps not. Shadowrest is, for lack of better description, the Realm of the Lost. In essence, when things leave the material plane, that is where they go. We only recently learned of its existence, who knows what other secrets lie waiting in the Great Library, but I digress. We have managed to procure an. . . agreement with the Keeper of Shadowrest. While the price of the arrangement is not important, the [reward] may be.'
You say, 'reward'
Devin Traical says 'The Keeper has agreed to allow us to recover corpses lost from the material plane. This is the extent of the arrangement. If your body has left this realm the Keeper may be able to recover it for you. Would you like to [travel] to Shadowrest?'
You say, 'travel'
The world stretches and twists around you as you feel yourself being pulled from this world.
You say, 'Hail, Keeper of Lost Things'
The spectral figure stares into your soul with cold eyes, its voice entering your mind. 'We keep all that has been lost. In times past, nothing lost could be returned once it was mine. Times have changed. The bodies, your [bodies], that were lost to you can now be returned.'
You say, 'bodies'
The Keeper's words enter your mind. 'You have one body that we are willing to [relinquish] to you.'
You say, 'relinquish'
You feel as though a cold skeletal hand reaches into your soul as the dirt swirls around your feet and coalesces into a familiar form.