Lessing is coming! To thank him for always putting up with our Professor's fury, we Liches have drawn up a 'destress and decompress' program so he can enjoy a vacation completely free of worries. Here goes— 1. Dine at the finest of restaurants. Check! Outcome: This boy just refuses to sit down and enjoy some proper top-shelf service. We had to drag him back by all those straps he wears and bind him in his place before he'd finally open his mouth and eat. Ugh. Our adorable baby brother leaves us for hardly a moment, and THIS is how he comes back to us? 2. Gift him a whole new set of clothes. Check! Outcome: So this is how it feels to buy clothes for your children! Not bad. You know, he's actually quite like a natural clothes hanger when you think about it. He just seemed verrrry put out while we were measuring him, but one bark of 'keep moving and we'll measure you with our threads instead' made him settle down. 3. Help Lessing finish all the new work our Professor gave him. Check! Outcome: Just so he wouldn't get worried, we sat him down nice and firmly, and finished up each piece of unfinished work one by one in front of him so he could see. We asked if he was satisfied or not after each piece, and he said he was very satisfied. Phew! We've definitely taken some of the pressure off him now. What a great little cohort of big siblings we are. 4. EXTREMELY good news! Our Professor's just informed us he's giving us a vacation—he's off to study on his own and wants some peace and quiet. Now we can completely unwind! Quick, tell Lessing! —Hold on, what is he drawing his sword for? The Doctor told Lessing that the Liches were asking if he could just head over to Kazdel once in a while, and that apparently they had no plans to subject him to the Professor whatsoever. So, off Lessing went on his journey... only for him to be subject to quite the odd series of events. As you'll see— 1. The Liches have never been so eager to invite me out for food. Did they screw up in front of the old man somehow, and now they want me to deal with it? 2. The Liches scrambled to get me a whole new set of clothes. They clearly screwed something up and they want me to deal with it. 3. The Liches are doing <i>work</i> for me! This is unheard of! Whatever this screw-up was, it was <i>not</i> small! 4. The old man went and disappeared! Was this really so bad it even impacted him...? Surrounded by a bunch of positively gleeful Liches, Lessing habitually pulls the bindings on his body tight, readies himself, then comes out brandishing his greatsword— 'Are you done? Go on. What are you trying to get me to deal with?' When Fremont comes back specifically to fetch the little comb he uses to preen his beard, the sight that greets him is thus: Lessing's greatsword whistling through the air, his bindings totally loosened and free-flapping. On the other side, the young Liches trembling and cowering in the corner, asking in a quiet voice, 'S-S-So are you destressed and decompressed now...?' Lessing looks at the panic-stricken Liches, then casts a glance at the presents strewn all about the floor, and now, finally, it clicks in his head what today was all about. He props his greatsword under both hands, and heaves a long and deep sigh. '...I suppose I am.'