"Sir!" Angus yelps, looking absolutely mortified. If the man isn't a lich (and about to kill them and eat their souls), they're being really very rude. "You can't just call someone you don't know a weirdo to their face!"

Kravitz, saintly, ignores both references to him being some kind of a weirdo. "Not "possible" lich either, I really don't have enough magic in me for that even if I wanted to try." He shifts a bit uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "Was there anything else I could help you gentlemen with today? I have an appointment and I don't want to be late." Istus is a bear when people are late.