Meriv happily accepted the Fireball scroll and handed over the 90 gold, as previously agreed. The thin man kept his wide smile ever beaming as he waved away Keystone's hand, mumbling something about wards. His animated expression returned when Keystone continued to talk business:

"But of course good sir. Anything and everything you say within the walls of this fine establishment will remain between you and us." The mention of the Undead Knight set the salesman on his heels a bit:

"That is certainly an odd request. While we have many tomes on the creation of powerful warriors, none of them would be considered knights by any ruling party, not even the archmage. He himself is very knowledgeable on the subject of liches and other forms of undead, but I do not know if we have the information you are requesting readily...." the man stopped mid-sentence, as if he realized the absurdity of his own words. "I mean, I do not doubt that the Archmage would know something about the subject you seek, but I fear his prices are befitting his stature, and his schedule is rather full...I imagine, if you would be willing to gift him something powerful, like that scroll of Time Stop, that he would be appeased enough to grant you a few minutes of his time." he finished, looking up at Keystone with a slightly sour expression.

"I fear that if you wish to speak with the archmage, that you will have to do so tomorrow, as there will be essential business to attend to later in the day and the rest of the week," he added with an even sadder expression. "A meeting well worth your time, I assure you!" Meriv was once again his bubbly self.