The blue orbs that substituted for the lich's eyes flickered slightly in annoyance. "Noble? I hardly consider one who has slain countless innocents for the sake of hearing their last dying screams to be noble, much less one who commands vast legions of death and destruction." As he spoke, he ran his skeletal finger across the rim of the empty wine glass, the spine chilling sound drowned in the noise of the tavern. "If it came to a battle though, you would lose. I have killed countless adversaries, from demons to elves to humans. And you forget a very important detail...a lich is immortal so long as their phylactery is intact. Even if I am defeated, I am capable of cursing or even possessing my killer. Neither of those would be good for your existence."
The Lich King let out a rare chuckle and noted Gus's entrance. "I jest, of course, as I would not hurt a fellow Titan without good reason, but I hope you get the picture. As for my allegiances, they lie solely to myself and those that I consider to be allies. Gus is one such ally, one who has proven himself very resourceful in the past. All he has to do is ask for my help, and he has it. The same goes for the rest of my allies."
Zuka then conjured forth a small minion, about two feet in height, that was wrought of shadow and flames. It had the appearance of a Cherub, though it had been corrupted by the Lich King and warped beyond all recognition. He handed the glass to the minion and had it retrieve another Titan silken. Once it had accomplished its task, he banished it back to his realm.
"But Lillian has not come here to hear such petty bickering."
((OOC: I'm not being an ass by the way, its just Zuka being his evil self
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