The lich-woman that would be Joanna finishes her symphony and all but dances down to stand over Morlun's dieing form. She moves en pointe, not even stepping on a single roach or spider as the vermin retreat. "Oh, such fun we wove tonight! All the dancing was worthy of my music, dead-thing..." She gives a few more dusty laughs, before the light that forms her eyes seems to shift again.
She stops, looking down, then stepping back, and regarding the others. "We.... we won?"
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