[So she's absolutely a mortal, then. He would hear from his Goddess regularly enough, and certainly wouldn't think to track occurrences- she was only a call away at any time. But for once, someone actually wants to hear about her, which makes him absolutely elated.]

My Lady the Raven Queen, the Goddess of Death and the Natural Order. She ensures that when souls die they may pass on to the Astral Plane, and mortals do not cheat out or cheapen death.

[And of course, he puts a hand to his chest, trying to ignore the feeling of a heartbeat there that seems all the more foreign in his regalia like this.]

I am her enforcer, a bounty hunter for escaped and wayward souls. I keep the laws of the universe in check on her command.