"Provided she learns and survives. She claim to submit, but I doubt it, though for the moment I will let her defiance pass. Repeat it, and you will not be punished, those around you will be, and they will be told that they are disciplined for your actions."<br/><br/>She reached into her bag of holding, pulled out two skeletons, which quickly reformed and stood up, before one of them stepped toward the clerk, and pointed to the door. She was consciously controlling it, having figured out how to put her mind into an undead long ago, and it seemed to terrify anyone that had dealt with them before, how all her servants seemed to be at least partially intelligent at times. Both skeletons were armed with a plain longsword and steel shield, and one of them stood behind her, the other escorting the clerk out of the manor. She turned to her 'guard' and then smiled softly, her fangs flashing, a stark contrast between the deep blackish red of her flesh and the ivory of her teeth. "My rooms?"