Angus has the good nature to blush, hard enough that it's visible even with his dark skin tone. "I don't want to be one! It's really hard, and most of the time, it doesn't even work out right. I read that 85% of magic users who try to become liches end up falling apart and becoming these terrifying power-hungry zombie monsters!" The closer they get to the weird house, the slower he walks. "Mookie came over the other day, and he said that a lich lived in that house." He points, indicating the white building. "And he said that the house used to be a morgue, and the lich feeds off all the dead bodies still in the basement, and that's how it stays alive."