Lydia threw open the door to the shared bedchamber, certainly getting the attention of the person inside.
Null looked up calmly, eyes betraying no expression. The undead young man was as pale as his necromancer, with dusty gray hair to emphasize his status between the living and the dead. "Master," he noted. "You have changed." He didn't comment on her nudity; social conventions don't mean much to a zombie
Lydia smiled, like a predator toys with its prey. "My time is at hand," she noted. "I didn't see fit to share all the details with you. But soon, very soon...well, I'll be a mountain. A god. And this land will fall to me."
Null had no reaction. If this is what his master wanted, he would do what he could to help. "And how may I serve you?"
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