The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Interovegas]

The dynamic duo find Leewan alone atop the least ruined of the sentry posts on the fortress walls. He had sent the designated sentry away a quarter hour before so that he might find some solitude in this ruined place. Certainly the low vantage point of toiling soldiers did not compare to the great vista of suffering provided by the topmost perch of heretic's end but it was a compromise Leewan would have to live with. He is nearly focused in a sadistic trance, relishing the war despite the sheer idiocy that brought him to it, when Thistle's interjection pulls him out from his ounce of pleasure. He listens to the small thing's words and looks down at the corpse, disappointed both with the interruption and with the intense mortality of this highly touted liches.

"I had a thing similar to hope. A wish that these liches could be all the challenge and glory they were rumored as. Obliterate the corpse and any arcane lich weaponry you found with it. Are there any other pertinent details I must be aware of before I continue negotiations?"