Whiplash

"Ah, would you look at that!"

"No need for all the bravado, Allantir" 

"Always so moody, but that is exactly why you are so charming" the flamboyant lord casually put up one hand against his fellow's shoulder, as though she was a good friend of his, an impression that did not seem reciprocated as the other lord brushed his hand away.

"It had been a while since we've had new faces, welcome to lordship under King Nitok, it is most pleasant" she said, clearly completely different from Allang Allantir and all his odd brightness, although, it would be wrong to say that this lord was the sort of undead they had had in mind either.

The servant with his putrefied flesh and eyeball hanging about was more in line with what they had been imagining, old corpses, people whose undeath was unmistakable, but she looked about as well conserved as the lord of Glittegoyaume.