"I wouldn't know for certain, I didn't kill the man personally," Lichtenstein can't resist retorting. He can't imagine Adia will be pleased, or maybe she might be... It's hard to tell with people. Either way, he has no more to say to the ferryman-creature, so without so much as a thank you or goodbye, he grounds himself, bringing him back to his body and the right side of the veil.

He takes a few minutes to settle himself. To lower his now unnecessary defences, and to eventually open his eyes. Lichtenstein begins stretching.

"I didn't find him," he tells Adia, finally. "I found someone who told me he wasn't dead. Kept talking about fares and trolls." He wrinkles up his nose and shakes his head. "Anyway, they're usually right about that kind of thing. Usually. Are you sure he's dead?"