[Well, that's... hm. Okay, sure, we're doing this. Kravitz opens his mouth once, closes it again, and takes a breath. He's staved off going for titles recently, seeing as when he tried casting them around when he arrived he was met with many, many unhappy people, but this is a specific circumstance.

He straightens his back, the way one might when conducting some kind of deal.]

Not especially. My role as the emissary of death left me dealing primarily with escaped souls. Most people here have recognized the term grim reaper best.

[So y'know. Scythe. He lost the skeleton bits thanks to this island but they're there, he promises.]