Well, you don't have to worry on that part. I consider it my duty to hunt those who enslave the dead. [ Glory leans back in his chair, hands behind his head, as if thinking. He doesn't seem intimidated by the smile, but nor does he seem to be taking it lightly. He's respectful. ] I like to think I was rather good at it when it was my job, since there was nothing left by the time I was done.

I don't suffer ill effects because I am unlike other liches. Though I am made from the dead, my soul is my own and not the over-extended life of another. [ He doesn't seem to be lying about this but this is probably weird for Naeva to hear. ]

I'm only fifty, really. That's not terribly old for someone made the way I am.