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*Another scene. It is the dragon's den. The little orc, whose name is Lushbask, prances around proudly in its new suit of leather armor. Suddenly, he runs to the mouth of the cave, hearing footsteps, which, due to the acoustics of the place, are always magnified. Standing at the opening, prevented from entering by Kinn'zuwannik's wards against magical creatures, is a fearful sight. A skeleton with yet a few rags of decayed flesh is there, emitting a magical aura and clad in mage's robes. The eyes are still alive and glare balefully at Lushbask. He immediately thinks, a lich, and runs back to the dragon who is looking at him expectantly.*
LUSHBASK "Lord Dragon, it is some Undead wizard. You want to see, or burn him up in your breath? Can Lushbask watch?"
KINN'ZUWANNIK (Hisses) "Shut up, fool. It must be the lich Peven. Bring him in, by all means. This should be amusing."
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