"H-how! How did you do that?" the Lich's words came out from the lantern, strained and skeptical with a touch of disbelief in them.
The voice rattled the brass as if the syllables had weight. A fine mist fogged the inner glass for an instant, then cleared, leaving only the faint, sullen glow that nested in the corners like banked coals. The lantern felt heavier in Ludwig's hand, as though the spirit inside had leaned his entire being against the walls.
Ludwig grinned, "You thought that I'd be unable to realize it didn't you?" Ludwig laughed, "I mean sure, not many would be able to replicate this spell, or most of the stuff that's in the Codex. After all, no one knows the cost of the sacrifice or tribute needed, nor to which you should do said sacrifice to."
