The lich smiles. This would take more finesse than basic monions. He calls for Joan, and says "Bring me a Boneclaw." A crazed-looking man walks out, and he is quite deformed. His arms looked to have no muscle in one place or skin for that matter, and his arms had a huge hole that you can see through. He also had wickedly long claws that would go into his fingers slowly then speed out in a blur. "Yessssss masssster? You called meeeeee?" Skizzerax tells him to scout out the city, and be stealthy about it. This trip would take a while.