The undead held their ground.  "If you noticcsssce, at presssent, we are roughly even."  The skeleton commander said.  "Remove my trooopssss, and you gain a sssssubstantial advantage."  The Dread Marshall hissed, keeping his troops at the ready like a suit of armor.  "We do not wisssssh to sssserve the king assss ssssslaves any longer.  Your dark elf companion hasssss given usssss a way out."  Tension buzzed in the room like a dropped behive, every being in the room seeming to realize that an explosion of violence could break out at any second.  "Your friend issssss presssently in the plane of sssssshadow, in the endlesssss night.  We are trying, even now, to help her leave."