Private Finished Lock the clock outside and hide the key

"I don't actually know if I've ever been worshipped... My parents were, at least somewhat I'm sure. Maybe I am and just don't know about it." Sean frowned at the thought - it was something to consider. But it'd probably involve talking to other gods, and the only one he knew on this island was Rhymien. Sean wasn't going to ask that one anything. Perhaps whenever he died again he'd ask his mother. But he didn't really enjoy dying, either the process or the waiting to come back.

Whatever the answers were, at the moment Sean was more interested in considering ways to get in and out of the sarcophagus without having to involve the lich. It seemed tied to Charlie, at least the undead parts of it, and other than that - he was certainly not strong enough to try lifting the lid on his own, magic or not. Perhaps with leverage... It seemed like someone should be able to get in and out if the lid was open - Was that what the creature wouldn't have the energy for? Sean was unsure if he should ask more questions at this point. He had time and didn't want to look too suspicious even if Charlie seemed frank, open and unsuspecting. Maybe he could somehow steal the whole thing... but then there was the whole magic undead crab to neutralize. Sean felt giddy. This was a ridiculous thing to scheme. But he never could deal with boredom and theft suited him so well. He'd plot it out just to know he could. He hoped there'd be no hard feelings - he kinda liked the guy already.

The fact that a necromancer would combine a library and a graveyard was hardly surprising, but he hoped the dead bodies were at least stacked in one room and not all over the place like the rest of Charlie's belongings. He smirked. "Keeping an army ready just in case?"

Sean really, really wanted to help Charlie clean. His plotting had momentarily distracted him, but it was still on his mind. Getting the mess in order might require more planning than stealing from the lich. But he didn't know the guy well enough to offer yet. "I would imagine being used as an operating table is hard on the felt. I'd say use some vinegar for the stain, but you've probably already tried that... We should play sometime."

Sean wasn't exactly surprised that Charlie did have an army down there, though he wasn't sure he'd have admitted it so freely himself. He supposed it made sense given that the man had used necromancy to become a lich. And if he didn't exactly seem to be the command-an-army-take-over-the-world type, people changed, especially in the length of time Charlie had existed.

Sean knew he himself probably didn't look like a military strategist or assassin, both of which he'd been at one point. He'd even considered plotting world domination as a mental exercise, but it was much too broad an idea for him to go very far with it. Besides he didn't even want to be the leader of a small group - he wouldn't know what to do with the world if he did take it over. And if he did come up with a viable plan, he wouldn't want anyone else to get their hands on it either.

Sipping from the tea Charlie had brewed him, Sean was quiet for a moment. He cared deeply for his current group friends, but they were a bunch of troublemakers the lot of them - this was the first time in awhile he'd been able to drink a cup of tea without worrying that someone had drugged it. Not that he blamed them - he'd probably have done the same thing. It was the same as playing cards. When the group played poker, it was expected they were all cheating - made for some interesting games.

"Funny - vinegar's usually recommended for things like that. I guess most people spill beer and not whatever it was that stained it. You'd think that bartenders might have to clean up blood from barfights... I guess tables usually get a lot more than just stains in those situations."

It would be nice to play a game with a new face. Perhaps he'd even play fair. He was out to befriend the guy, not cheat him, at least not straight away. Besides, playing an honest game could be an interesting challenge. He could win fairly, he just didn't often see the point in it - if the best path to winning was to cheat, then why not do it? "And here I thought the undead would have the best poker faces. I imagine they don't much care about your bar either. Can't say I drink very often myself. But yes - let's meet again. This has been pleasant."