Tristan would do his best answering Nimoa's questions on liches. Over his countless lifetimes and reincarnations, he had the unfortunate experience of playing both roles, as the one attempting to kill the undead creature and the one acting as the lord of death. If anything, he probably knew more about liches than most other liches knew about themselves. 

Upon entering the graveyard, the hero's nose would be assaulted by the stench of death and decay. This wasn't the kind you would find on a battlefield. This was an old rot, the smell of bodies long left to the maggots and worms, most picked clean of any remaining flesh and innards. Whether fresh or ancient though, Tristan knew the smell well. They were certainly in the right place.

While the young vampire would be shaking in her boots, the hero strode confidently beside her. Were they vastly under leveled if the source of that hacking cough turned out to be hostile? Yes, he was quite sure they were, but after an unaccountable number of lives, one learned to never fear death, merely to be cautious of it's presence. [color=0072bc]"Nimoa, if this lich proves to be unfriendly, I want you to-"[/color] he began to say, before the lord of death reared his skeletal face out from his crypt.

Tristan couldn't help but cock an eyebrow at the lich's appearance. Of course, he couldn't say he looked threatening at every point of the day back when he had been one as well, but this one didn't even seem to be trying anymore. His brain must have been the first thing to go rotten.

And then the staff came out. While he certainly wasn't trying to aim for the two of them, the lich wasn't exactly trying to avoid firing his spell at them either. Luckily, Nimoa's small stature would keep her from harm and the hero would be able to lean back far enough for the blast to stop just inches away from his face.

With the information they needed attained, Tristan would hurry in getting his young companion moving before the senile skeleton fired off another spell. [color=0072bc]"Let's hurry along now, Nimoa."[/color]

Then the chimera attacked. In a split second, Regalia launched herself at Nimoa's defenseless rear, sinking its teeth in and combusting into a ball of fire and lightning. [color=0072bc]"Not you again! Get out of here, you flea-ridden furball!"[/color] Tristan shouted in anger. Like an abusive owner to their mistreated pet, the hero pulled back his leg and launched it toward the chimera pup, kicking her right in the stomach in the hopes that the impact would launch her away from the vampire girl. He didn't care how young or cute the creature was, his steel-toed boots were rated E for everyone.