A few hours before Eldrian woke. Somewhere close to where his battle had taken place.
"Not again," Xidrel, the creator of the awakening Flaming Reanimate grumbled as he felt his link to his puppet fluctuating. "Is the idiot thinking of betraying me again? Or dying?"
Not wishing to risk the latter, and irritated by the frequency of the former, the lich started to move. Choosing to fly over the trees to increase its speed as the connection wavered even more.
In its haste it nearly bumped into a dwarf. Standing in his path in the air as if it was the most natural thing, the dwarf looked at him with no emotions. The look of an elite soldier performing a mission for the thousandth time.
The dwarf had a long black beard tucked into his pitch-black armor, matching perfectly with his hair. His beard being tucked caused its true length and the number of rings to be hidden. His height came to just the chest of the lich, however, this meant nothing in the air where height meant little.
