[hr][center][h3][b]Arex Thorn[/b][/h3]
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[Color=silver]"Threaten?"[/color] Arex questions the creature, holding onto that one statement and missing the rest. His head twists slightly and his lips silently replay back their conversation in a hushed mumble. He pauses to stare at his own hand as it rotates from side to side. Bound in movement by muscles and bone. [Color=silver]"Yeah I could be dead. How would I even know? Do the dead know they are dead?"[/color] This thought, while abstract, seemed to pain and plague his mind.

[Color=silver]"Alright, I suppose you are a tad tall for a dwarf."[/color] Arex eventually replies, standing to his feet and snapping to his senses. 
[Color=silver]"Ok creature, take me to your creator. Let's go see your maker, Karnorouri."[/color] 

Arex gathered his few things from around him, his guns, a rag, a rucksack and some trinkets. With that he was ready to head out. He seemed thoroughly convinced that this creature was connected in some way to the lich.
[@Liaison]