The townsfolk stayed away from my castle. A long time ago it was because of the whole, you know, being an undead Lich. That was a long time ago, those memories are full of fire and brimstone, pain and death.

Now? You look out over your carefully cultivated vineyard, Scorsby was there watering the grapes and Martin was busy at the other end with what looks like a wheelbarrow full of manure. It has been decades since you had moved on and learned that not everything was about power and death. Nothing like living for hundreds of years to give you……