"I serve no one any longer, Lezard!" She's either too ticked off to call him 'necromancer' and 'defiler of souls' or she's actually getting used to him being around. Lenneth would argue the former to the end of time and wonders how persistent he'll be on this topic. With a drawn out, irritated sigh, the woman answers:

"Music. When I had no duties to attend to, I often listened to some of the gods play their instruments or sing. I had always thought Frei had a lovely voice."