You'd have to be, for the embalming. I think the priestesses of the Raven Queen do that. Which would explain where they got the pool of blood. Gross.
So there are fey - pixies, dryads, nymphs, fauns and satyrs, leprechauns, that whole realm of creatures - who are from the Feywild, which is a plane in our realm. And the Archfey are their rulers. They're a race of their own, and the most powerful. Some lean more good, some more evil, but they're all a bit tricky and nefarious. The one we were friends with, Artagan, gave us a day in the Feywild to rest and returned us to our plane only an hour after we left it. That was the power of his magic. In exchange for the favor, he wanted to kill me. And since I would pop right back because of my goddess' grace, I agreed to it.