[The demonstration satisfies Black Hat. Adjusting his wings for a bit more comfort (and to slightly inconvenience the man behind him - any and all grumbles will be ignored), Black Hat proceeds with this little meeting.]

With the phylactery. [Black Hat leans forward and steeples his fingers in front of him.]

Obviously any lich who values their 'life' won't keep their phylactery on them. That's begging for trouble. Keep it stashed away, where no one can find it.

[And now he smiles. There's always an edge of danger to his smiles.]

But we don't need to find his hidey hole. We just need to find Aunamee - at the right time.

[He raises his eyebrow - he wants to see if Reira can follow.]