They had made it, they had done it. She wasn't entirely sure how, she wasn't entirely sure if this was even real. A part of her was still in a haze, but she knew it was right. She knew that they'd landed the killing blow. A part of her was beyond pleased, another terrified. The Lich had gathered a practical army at his fortress. Not just undead, not just the risen, but dozens of bandits and even mercenaries. It hadn't made much sense to her, how he'd managed to hire them all and keep them in line, but they'd been there. It felt as though something was missing, though she had no idea why. She'd tried to puzzle her way through it the last few days, but the celebration of the others had been far too distracting. They were happy, and in truth they had every right to be. A lich was a plague on the land, and they had managed to rid the Reach of it all on their own. The Rangers felt no small amount of pride, and Lia's suspicions of a greater threat...well, it would take that pride from them. So she'd remained silent on the thought, not even mentioning as they road into the city and headed towards the Ranger compound.