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Frederick's confusion grew as h listened to the lich's words. Keeping the soul intact, and retaining it beyond death? Sheanos would never allow that to happen under the watchful gazes of her servants. Nor did the half-elf recognize the name of the drink the lich had ordered, despite it being mundane enough to order as a common drink. As well, her declaration to partake in drink conflicted with the Order's teachings, compiled over millenias. Liches could not partake in earthly foods, their demonic halves would reject the earthly products and cause pain and nausea to the lich.

[color=aba000]"Kalasian? What madness do you speak undead, there is no place in the five continents named Kalas."[/color] Frederick said, looking at the Lich strangely, before pulling his butterfly necklace over his head and placing it on the bar. Muttering a prayer to the Goddess Caess, he pumped a small bit of his energy into the sigil. Four beams of light sprang from the butterfly's wingtips, and outlined an empty rectangle. Slowly, shapes began to form in the empty space, five distinct outlines glowed in the empty air, a map to the half-elf's home.