Draiss knew about the history of the keep, having heard it from Daminor, but looking at the Lich, he realized that that one was far too lost in its insanity to care that they were dead. He shook his head with a sigh, before looking back up at the undead. "You are what the druid accuses my undead to be, unnatural abominations that defy the path and will of nature. You have been lost to reason, and don't even care that everything you protected and cherished in life has long since turned away from you in disgust, even in death their shame is palpable. You don't deserve to know, and may your death god give you the welcome you have so fanatically earned."<br/><br/><em>Okay, heroic denouncement speech done, lets get it on.</em><br/><br/>He opened up with his dragon breath, scorching the very rocks the lich stood upon, but he knew the creature wouldn't feel the flames. He stayed low and in front of the party, ready to defend them again if the lich was stupid.