Skullius scratched his neck right as one of his brows slowly rose up his forehead.
"A Lich, you say?" he said without the expected infection of someone who was drowned in surprise – as Soidon had thought.
Soidon gulped and glanced at Erlton. The Herald urged him to go on discreetly.
"Yes. I don't look like it, yes, but there's a story behind that," Soidon said as his face continued to look more and more strained, as though something soft, voluminous and invisible was pushing against it from all sides. "Aigas has many secrets, you know?"
Skullius kept his brow high, but said nothing.
He then looked to the side, his white eyes seeming to gaze at something that no one else could see.
"I'm surprised. A former Lich? So, you once took on Undeath within you, did you?" he asked in a tone that hinted at his scepticism.