"Ah, so you're misinformed, then." Rebecca shook her head. "You don't have to sell your soul to become a lich. You just have to find a way to keep it in your body when you die. I used mystical sigils, but there are several ways to do it."

She shrugged. "In any case, what's done is done. Let me buy you a drink, friend." She took out a small silver coin and laid it on the bar. "If the house has any specialties, give him one. If not, give him a goblet of Kalasian spicewine. I'll take the latter myself." She smiled. "There's nothing better than spicewine after a long day on the road."