The undead moved around the room, getting into legionary formations.  They bristled with tower shields and pikes, while another gang of undead waited at the ready in the passages.<br/><br/>(the undead are arranged in formations of five zombies with longswords and tower shields with five skeletons with pikes standing behind them.  Each formation has a Dread Marshall standing behind it buffing it, and an identical formation behind it, for a total of four formations.  The undead in the passages are standing at rows of pike and tower shield as well)<br/><br/>The leader of the eastern group began to speak.  "You say you will negotiate, and thhhhen you ssssay your terms are non negoooootiable..."  One of the undead lieutenants said in a whisper, holding his unit at the ready.  "We are willllling to dissssarm if you arrreee, but the containment cellsssssss have already been desssstroyed."  The Dread Marshall hissed.  "Please....  you musssssst hurrrrry.  It isssss about your companion..."  The creature said, letting his soldiers lower thier weapons slightly to be less threatening.