Wisdom

At your answer, Libitina smiles while adjusting her legs, inadvertently drawing your attention on them. "Then, you are mistaken to come here, Young King. As you can see, there is no wisdom that can be had from a fool who deal in superstitions and folk lores."

"I am not my father whose eyes can easily be clouded. Is it not fitting that I seek wisdom from the greatest necromancer in the land?"

All semblance of mirth disappeared from Libitina's eyes. "I would suggest you don't attempt to besmirch me by accusing me of raising the dead to do my bidding. Play with fire and you will be burned. I would pretend this conversation never happen," she says as she stands up. "I will have the maid show you the way out."