After the little speech that had been made by the Dungeon Master, the vampire commander rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her pale but shapely arms from her armored chest.  Blood red armor might not hide one well by most standards, but she didn't care since she wasn't one for sneaking around anyway as she brushed a strand of her raven hair out of her face, annoyed by the black knight's puppy dog servitude act he was putting on as she turned her haunting gaze at said avatar to the Heart of the Dungeon, her twin fangs apparent as she hissed out a reply of her own.  "I'm only here because there's a chance of that bitch that killed my sister coming down here.  I don't care about anything else, simply revenge.  So, either get out of my way or I'll do the heroes a favor and ruin your little plans now by destroying this damn place myself, and lo to anyone that gets in my way."  Even so, she looked away and nodded to her own guards, all of them undead warriors and the few people she trusted anymore.  "Back up our errand boy's goons.  The first sign of trouble, do what you can to help out but leave the bulk of the work to them.  I won't risk anymore of my own for some petty would be god's schemes."  Talking as she was was most likely going to get her killed yet, but she didn't care.  Until someone gave her a reason to, she'd be a perpetual bitch.