Peter stood, “I can’t fathom why you are here.”
The lich smiled, “Looking for Grayson.” Her simple answer made Peter the high priest shudder. “Have you seen him?” She asked innocently.
Peter responded. “I regret that I don’t want to talk out here.” The cold wind blew. And everybody shuddered. It was late in the afternoon now, time was flying while nothing was said. “You are not welcome here, but I have to talk to you.”
A sneering smile stretched out on Grisum’s face. Almost a knowing smile. She said nothing.
Peter turned to Garrick, “When the fires are low, bring her into the temple.”
He turned walking away, expecting the other’s to follow, and they did. Garrick stayed behind, pulling his furs closer to his body to fight the cold. “How long do you think your search for your old lover will take.”
Again the Lich said nothing, she just stared after the High Priest and the others.