"I bet I probably would believe quite a few of the things said about undead, being one myself, so I could tell between truth and lie. Protected his Phylactery with magic wards, and most likely much more dangerous traps. This Polybius sounds like a interesting creacher. [i]I wonder if he's still in there?...[/i]" He stares at the mountain, then passes through the portal, drawing his scythe. "If you have any questions about the Unlife, I would happily teach you all that I know on the subject. You need not become a practitioner of it, it would be purely for educational purposes." He looks at the staff, then points it away from Ophion, and sends a small bolt of his necrotic power through it to check its reaction.