nik being a talkative, social creature at heart yet at the same time conducting a grand majority of his work alone in self-inflicted hermitdom is a little funny. 'broody necromancer ceremoniously committing horrors in a dimly lit dungeon' trope but the vibe is unsalvageably ruined by him picking pleasant locations and not bothering with fanfare. milling about a grand empty manor house or wood hovel chattering to himself, snarking at the corpses. minimal ceremony about it. doesn't know what year it is, hasn't seen the face of the living or sunlight for months or heard human speech beyond his own, but he's being terribly casual about it. domestic even!










