Ianthe, that was her name. An odd one to be sure, but Odin was named after the king of the gods in Iceberg, so it's not like he was completely normal either. She also didn't bother asking Odin for his name, as she was likely going to die and didn't see the point in it. That part intrigued Odin, and made him slightly suspicious. The Lich had hunted, captured and tortured people, and usually the one thing they always wanted to know was the name of the person who had attacked them. Even if they were going to die, they could die knowing who killed them, but not this girl. It mattered little, as Odin knocked her unconscious before she could ask anything else.
She woke up not too long after Odin had finished chaining her up, but her first words were not of fear, as Odin would have expected, but of humor. She didn't beg for her life, she asked Odin for his name, and asked why he hadn't taken her out to dinner first. Something was wrong, and she was really starting to get on the Lich's nerves. Her last word, whatever it was, really concerned Odin. She had spoken in a language he could not understand, almost like she was mocking him.
Pushing the thoughts to one side, Odin threw his spear into the air. While it hovered there for a few seconds, the runic markings activating, the Lich spoke, "I am Odin, follower of HER. And SHE has requested blood, which I will provide."
His spear didn't fall, and stayed in the air above the two, looming over them with awesome power. With a quick though from Odin, the spear flew at blinding speed towards the girl's right hand. The Lich stopped the spear just before it would pierced through her hand, instead just nicking her. A small cut, a trickle of blood.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?"