Draiss paused, before diverting toward the small 'market' curious as to what they had. That his senses had spiked suddenly was a bit worrying, but he figured it was fate playing with him again. Likely someone that needed to not be there. He hummed to himself, before suddenly thinking of something and searching Ulden's memories about the fight with the lich. After a moment he swore softly, not finding any memories of its phylactery being destroyed. The collapse of that section of the palace MIGHT have done it, but Draiss didn't count on it. Those things were renown for their durability, so the lich might still be running around. Something to worry about later.