It had been a long day as the young man walked into his study, but as empty it looked the sound of pages turning could be heard, the sound coming from the figure of a pallid skinned girl flouting in the air, her shapely body yet short stature only really clad in a long hooded purple cloak and little else but many bone charms, this young lady was the lich Mortisella Bonerite

Mortisella: "There you are, i would have expected you half an hour's cycle before now... so i got bored and started to read through your collection... it's a good read if you need to know"

As always Mortisella held a even and deadpan tone, but despite how uncaring those purple pools that was her eyes a soft purple flush adored her pallid skin, with a small shift the short lich landed elegantly with her bare feet on the ground, Mortisella's long messy braid swayed a bit on the inside of her cloak as the lich researcher used her magic to return his book before tapping her phylactery that served as her cloak claps as well as materializing her personal grimoire

Mortisella: "Now, i have some tests that i could only trust you with.... husband of mine"