His eyes blaze with interest. "Guide me, or attempt to enslave me?" He begins slowly spinning his scythe in thought. "I've dealt with Liches before, though none were as ancient as you. What trust would I be able to put into you? You're just as likely to help me as attempt to enslave me. Wraiths are renowned Undead generals, it's true, but I doubt you'd need that, if you're even a tenth as strong as you appear to be." He begins laughing, a deep, horrifying sound that shakes the soul.