[b]"But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity...Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"[/b][@Light]

Siana was a bit surprised by the fact that he was undead.  Sure, she'd heard that the local Guildmaster was a Vampire, but this man couldn't be one, as Vampires still need to drink blood.  He couldn't be an autonomous zombie either, as they still needed to eat, in some cases raw flesh, in order to prevent decay and to heal.  He couldn't be a mummy either, as they needed to absorb the flesh of the living or recently dead for strength.  Or course all of this was based on what she'd heard from stories told at the guild, but she only knew of one type of undead that could survive on energy alone.  "Does that mean you're a Lich?  I never thought I'd meet one.  Don't worry, your secrets safe with me.  I'm not sure if these people could handle the truth.  I think they collected the life-energy from the animal when they killed it, I could probably get that for you if you want it."  She knew she was yammering, but she was exited.  It was quite rare to find someone skilled and talented enough to raise themselves.  She wasn't sure if the Lich needed life energy to heal or not, but it didn't hurt to ask.  "If they ask why, I could tell them you want to practice your enchanting, and need it to provide extra energy for the spell.  I'm sure they wouldn't mind."