The door gets kicked down. The necromancer, a pale skinned woman dressed in dark robes swivels to look at you. She has a sad melancholic look in her eyes.

"Yes, I've noticed you as soon as you entered my hideout. And considering that shiny sword in your hand, I can assume you're not here to have a friendly conversation. There are no traps in this room, if that's what you're thinking. But since you'll hardly trust me, you can check for yourself. It's not like I have anywhere to run, is it?"