>>5289764>>5289765>>5289767>>5289770>>5289771>>5289797>>5289800>>5289805>>5289826>Ask how her DECADE was.>Compliment her dungeon and it's many layers, the fields of flower outside were pretty for one“Your, uh–your dungeon was very big. With many layers.” You proffer. “..The fields of flowers outside were pretty.”
“..Yes, so they are. I’ve seen them every day for hundreds of years–as I have near all else–but they, alone, keep my interest.” The lich plants her chin in her hands. “They’re known as INFLORESCENCE. They sprout up along these fields from the VOID. And they only keep their glow while alive–so you can’t pluck them to give them to anyone else. They only sustain their beauty while alive.”
“Is that so? Yes, well, their beauty, uh–it, uh.. pales in comparison to yours. And you’re beautiful alive too, I suppose.” You recall a line from one of your favorite serials. “So, how was your.. decade? Anything noteworthy take place in the meanwhile?”
“Yes, well.. let’s see. About ten years ago, the dhampir came about to visit. And then seven years ago, a champion–one of the CORPUS CHURCH boys, I believe–came by and tried to slay me with a holy book. He read verses aloud to me. I fell asleep and he left, so he may think he’s truly slain me.” She recalls with bemusement. ”And then five years ago the dhampir came to visit again. And here we are now.”
>Ask how she typically spends her days. She seems in want of entertainment.>Bring up your awesome pulp serial collection. She’s sure to fall in love if she knows the extent of your collection.>Ask about her own interests. You read a dating tip about that once in a newspaper column.>Write-In. 