In the Vault below, the unseen sun is still welcomed by clerics praying and wizards at their books.
Dean of Evocation Salgar Irevotnin (LN male human evoker 10 11): Dean Irevotnin has a reputation for ending arcane duels with deadly force, and uses this fact to maintain order in the classroom, threatening disobedient students with a single round of combat if they don't behave.
His mind afire, Salgar Irevotnin prepares sixth-circle contingency and repulsion.
Every hour since the stroke of midnight has marked the new lowest point in the Dean of Evocation's life, but this, this does put a smile if briefly on his face.
Dean of Necromancy Orianna Delmore (LN NE female human necromancer 10 11): Rumors attribute Dean Delmore's constant foul mood to failed attempts to attain lichdom.
"Salgar Irevotnin," crows Delmore, closing her book with a flourish. "Mighty evoker that you be. Which pathetic 5th-circle spells did you elect to prepare today in your pathetic 5th-circle slots?"
"I see you also made 6th-circle." He sounds none too happy of it.
"Not even your predictable homiletics can ruin my good mood. But you're welcome to lay them on me!"
Salgar states his case levelly and simply, to better serve the ears of a fool. "Not once in any history known to me has a lich resurrected sought to replace their phylactery. Not a once."
"In five thousand years," the giddy Necromancer laughs, "my memory of this conversation will be all that is left of you. Say something fiery, Salgar, leave me one glowing coal. Or else vanish, your fire spent."
He won't rise to it. "My legacy is secure. I have children."
"Do you, though? Do you still?"
Salgar snaps. "Yes, I do still. If you seek eternity you'd be wise to watch your mouth; I very nearly murdered you."
"Good for you, papa. My mother had a daughter. She tried to raise me right. The results are as you see. But surely you'll do better, and all your sons' sons and daughters for a hundred hundred years."
"Duel me. Cancel your raise dead policy and duel me. I'll allow you the first spell."
"You missed your calling as a circus clown, funny man. I'll cherish this moment forever, Salgar."
He turns his back and strides away.
Orianna calls after him: "You were working on contingency; can I prepare it from your book? You can prepare age resistance out of mine, today or whenever you have a slot free."
....
Yeah, alright, he'll take that trade.