"Hah! There's people on my world who'd like to hang me just for bein' me, and these are folks who've lived with this kinda thing for a decade or two. Maybe there's just somethin' about us overlanders that makes us wanna start wars and hang folk? 'Least on Azeroth we got other races that deserve that more than mobians. Nasty things like orcs and trolls that poison up the world with all kinds of evil and violence. Mostly we take our race wars their way. We saved half a continent a' bear mobians from the orcs! It's a complicated situation on Azeroth."

He shakes his head and holds his palms up. "And lich business, that's way outta my league. I got some ice powers, sure, and I was darn good at necromancy back in the army of the dead, but I ain't a lich. I'm called a death knight. Like a shadow paladin. You know what a paladin is, right?"

Yeah, Harrow. Spill your beans to this fellow dark wizard. What's the worst that could happen?