"Oh, I'm no lord, not even a 'sir', not yet. I hope to change that, Lillith, but I'm glad you think of me as a 'lord' already" Kos replied, smiling. A dracon smile looked much like a crocodile's: one could hardly tell if they were happy or getting ready to eat you. It was hard to tell by their fangs alone. Luckily, the smile shone in his eyes, and there was no mistaking his tone. He didn't like lords or nobles very much, despite his stepmother's background, but he appreciated her use of the respectful title.

"And don't think a cleric is a burden. My father was aided many times by a cleric by the name of Ophion, and I can safely say that I wouldn't be around if not for his efforts. Come to think of it, my land would have been very different if my father didn't make it, but that's another story. Anyway, do you have any spells which harm the undead? We're going to need them." he asked.