When the door opened, he was a little surprised. The necromancer had attempted blasting it, with the paranoid thought that one of his rivals had found a way to enter his tower. It had taken him a few moments and spells to divine it's purpose... nothing, but at least it didn't prove to be a danger to him. Thus, he had one of his skeletal servitors open it for him and step through. The armored skeletal champion looked around for a moment, it's master looking through it's eyes. A few moments later, the skeletal minion was 'recalled' back. In it's place, the wizard entered.
Physically, he was rather unimposing. What he represented, however, was a bit more intimidating, as was his aura. The tall, fit humanoid was a bat: a fruit bat, at that. A long, foxlike face that could even be considered rather handsome. His black fur and large ears made it clear he had some manner of vampiric bat in his ancestry, but not enough to give him the upturned nose. Wings extended from his arms, and he was wrapped in a dark cloak. The necromancer stepped over to the bar, actually giving a pleasant smile: "Eet eez to be mak-eeng ze hellos, non?" His accent was... foreign, and in some ways, actually a little endearing. French? Russian?
His ears twitched a little to the pleasant, soft music. The necromancer seemed rather impressed, looking around with no small amount of wonder on his face. "Perhaps, I might be hav-eeng a glass of vine? Red, eef oo please." He bows his head respectfully, still smiling with needle-sharp teeth.