Nergassa leaned back in her chair, craning her head backwards to take an upside down glance at the intruders.  "I don't mind a discussion, but I don't see what we have to discuss.  You're barging in here to kill and maim and probably rob and steal, while I'm just sitting around minding my own business trying to create a zone of magical desecration to get out of your stupid holy aura of suck, and for what?  All for this stupid dream of a world filled with death that I don't even really personally agree with but what does it matter I'm an undead monster and we're going to be fighting each other soon so why bother.  In all likelyhood it's all just going to end with me floating around as a vapor and being all angrymaking while you lot all go and loot through my father's stuff and I'm sure you're not even listening any more because I'm so boring and don't need to pause for breath anymore so maybe I should just use this fancy staff and make you all dead before I even feel the slightest bit threatened."  The girl said all in one breath, becoming painfully incomprehensible with her barely broken speech.   She sat up and tilted her head a full 90 degrees, tilting it even a little further to crack up her bones.<br/><br/>"I'm ready to fight, I think."  She said, taking the chance to limber up her legs by tilting them up all the way over the edge of her chair, likely resulting in a prurient display from the perspective of anyone under the desk.  The two undead minions simply sat at attention, their red eyes glowing with malice towards the living.  The most notable feature of the stocky creatures was their claw like hands, and how dirty and foul smelling they were, even for undead.  Only plague spreading undead smelled worse.