...In a hall that exists outside time, Kelemvor judges the dead with the precision of a perfect scale. Each soul arrives burdened by its own deeds, and he reads them like a ledger that cannot lie. There is no cruelty in his verdicts, and that is what makes them devastating. A tyrant who thought himself just sees his own deeds rendered naked and undeniable. A pauper who believed herself worthless is shown the quiet weight of her kindnesses. Kelemvor does not comfort the guilty or flatter the righteous; he simply ensures that death itself remains untouched by ambition, corruption, or mercy's exceptions. Around him, the dead queue in silence, and in his eyes they see the certainty that what comes next is exactly what they deserve. That knowledge is either peace or torment, and Kelemvor is indifferent to which....