The liche’s skeletal grin seemed more of a smirk as he contemplated the high scribe. “People of light? Vile necromancer?” he asked, amusement plain in his hollow voice. “Are we still hung up on branding people as good or evil? Why, little priest, you travel with a Goblin; surely you’ve seen the good in the ‘barbaric’ Shadowkin. And I’ll tell you I’ve found no greater example of the depravity of the world than the olive markets of Kesh.
