Stare could honestly not remember a vampire. Mostly just Vitruvion's orders to be more open to hugs, and stay around to gather intel. There may have been a another voice that said something similar to that in the great hall, or in the realms of her unconcious, but it could have also been just some arrant thought. Pushing her gauntleted, non-candle-holding hand through her feathers at her head, pressing down the blackened glossy things, she nodded slowly, agreeing with her friend.
"It seems the doors are the way to go."
Looking around she glowered at the various hunks of meat and paused to lean down to inspect one. It had some ghoulish green, blubbery mess oozing from it, between the skin and muscle. It was raw, a pale lumpy flesh that barely looked like meat, let alone edible. Bits of gristle spoke of rotted skin and prickly fur, and there was a thick mass of marrow-filled bone that was broken, snapped in some fight. Maybe the fight to kill it. A great tendon lolled out of the side, flopping onto the table in a mangey, discontented way.
"I wonder what you once were," she murmured, then she straightened again, and let out a grunt. Nevin seemed to be equally interested in on the muck of the 'dinner' around them.
Sucking in her breath she tightened her grip around the candle and sauntered forwards. Lowering her hand to the door before them she took time to shift over to her aura sight, reading herself just in case. Just in case there happened to be some being who was not chaotically neutral like the zombies likely were - most normal slave species were, born for service and little else. If there was some good-hearted being, it might give them more of an idea of what they could expect.
Nodding once more, and for the last time then, she shoved open the door and stepped through. Raising the candle hand she prepared to set alight any who came as Vitruvion continued his wanderings of investigating his father creator god's mind and memories. She stopped still and stared as she was faced with yet more ...
Zombies. Many more of them now, yet still as seemingly empty eyed.
For now.
