The unhallowed grounds of the undead district had notified the sovereign of these lands about the foreigners and their arrival into her world, long before they came pronouncing their garble at her iron gates. Both man and dwarven companion was greeted by a rather small legion of bone troops. The ossein army man handling the odd couple until they both found themselves forced to knees being held there.<br/><br/>Once they were subdued that was when Nearos caught just a mere glimpse of the creature he and his associate sought. Thick fog slowly started to creep along the ground they knelt upon till the whole area was blanketed in grey colored vapor. Such a dramatic entrance for such a small creature but the fear that reverberated from their body upon her entry made it all worth the while.<br/><br/>Battalion who had no part in holding the men down parted, lining themselves in rank order as she finally emerged from the corridor. Several names had been used before to demonize this creature that searched for and if they would have paid closer attention to those tales, they would have found out the one that dwelled in this haunted estate was deemed the most vindictive and unforgiving of all those that shared her gift.<br/><br/>The svelte femme fatale of the undead kind stood no taller than 5 feet and that was with those booted heels that softly clicked upon the stone flooring as she made her way towards them. Liquid-slick leather had swallowed this killer in the deepest pitch of black, not unlike her lunacy, and illustrated how dark deities had gifted her with an appetizing sinew, perfect and flawless.<br/><br/>Snow colored flesh paled in contrast to those lengthy locks which fell down her backside in loose corkscrews. She had the face that sculptor’s and artiste have tried to immortalize time and again, unable to capture that cruel countenance. Was this the great Arch Lich that even the valiant of men cowered before?<br/><br/>Those ocean colored eyes, hidden behind webbed lashes which idly fluttered once or twice before that gaze locked upon the intruders. Scrutinizing them the same way mortals would study a goldfish, with detached interest, dissecting them move by move. She almost looked like a living doll, innocence wrapped within a carnivorous flesh molding – although looks were always deceiving. Especially when it came to those deemed<i>Undead</i>.<br/><br/>Steps brought that slender shell closer to the one named Nearos, index touching the base of his chin to lift his face up a little so that she may get a better view of it before raspy vocals released four little words. “<b>What do you want? </b>“ It was no hello, how are you but then again did they expect anything less from a monstrosity such as she.