The little dracolich looked at them inquisitively, not quite comprehending them. Or maybe not understanding what they were. Either way, it flapped its wings and used them to hop onto a nearby wall to be higher up and get a better look at the two. His own bones moved fluidly, as if there was something 'greasing' them, despite that he had no flesh whatsoever rot was unseen from his bones, which in fact appeared almost polished. He simply looks at them for a few seconds before happily screeching at them and mentally alerting his mistress. The blue haired Necromantress quickly walked from where she was, followed by three zombies(all carrying shopping bags, of course), to the little Dracolich, asking,"Hm? What're you calling me to see, Dre-," she stops mid-sentence, looking at the other draconic Undead. She studies them intently, almost as though she was seeing beyond their corporeal form and at the spells keeping them...Well, unalive. As she studied them, her crimson eyes misted purple for a few moments before she blinks, shaking her head and saying,"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? Im Lauren, and this is Dread. How do the two of you do?"