Mor-Kilen pondered the message brought to him by crow and sat back.
A lich, he thought. Nevermind Arbiddance... what secrets does the lich hold? What magic has he in his possession?
The thin wizard rose to gaze out a tower window onto the wind-scraped mountains surrounding him. To raid a lich's lair is beyond dangerous, but the benefits could be almost worth it... and with the traitor in the lich's grasp, we could kill two birds with one stone.
Mor-Kilen returned to the crow on the perch... recited an incantation which caught the bird's attention and whispered to it.
"Hold fast. I'm coming."
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