Once the forest fire died out, Frightal-lok searched through the rubble. Then he heard a voice...in his head, "I have need of your services. Repeat after me."
Frightal-lok repeated the necromancer's words and a crispy critter's body jolted...
"It's a question of any true god; Whom do you serve? What is your quest?" "Please, answer honestly. We are among friends." The party is gathered around a campfire after a nice meal and libations.