Rictor's eyebrow arched in surprise – he hadn't realised it until this very moment, but part of him had always assumed that Aspel knew almost everything. She was older, more experienced, more worldly in some regards (she ran her own business rather than taking orders). "Lich," he repeated. "Like in old Kerwonian: 'corpse'. Undead skeleton, was possibly once a powerful mage in life. Affiliated with the Dark. Holds power over lesser undead creatures."
He was parroting off Storm's report on the matter, memory casting back to the precise penned drawings of the monster. "It was in the Commoners District, seemed to control the other undead in the area. We didn't manage to kill it, much to my fucking displeasure."