Belladonna cackled lowly to herself as she considered her plan, which really didn't help the 'I'm not evil' look she had been wanting to go for after hearing the truth of her new race, but it was something she couldn't help. It just came naturally to her, which probably wasn't a good sign.
She didn't have the time to consider that, or just didn't want to, as she pulled out the Scrying Skull from her shadow. She barely used this thing, and sometimes forgot she even had it believe or not, but it was occasionally useful in situations like this.
She could only imagine what kind of ability she could get from one of these undead, if it was even possible in the first place. But even if it wasn't, she had a back up.
After all, they had an Undead user in their guild, and an upcoming tournament that they were going to need all their power for. So why not see if the future boy had any need for the true Fell-spawn Undead that were lingering around here.
