"There wassssss another with you.  A dark elffffff.   Sssshe hassss saved ussss."  The skeleton said.  From behind the open passages, two deathalocks on each side could be seen in a position of readiness, holding magic wands at the ready.  "We outnumber you 20 tttto one.  Do you think you'll essssscape this unscathed?"  The Dread Marshall said, gesturing to his armed and armored legion.  There was almost a tremble of fear in the monster's voice.  He knew in whose presence he stood, and it was obvious that the undead wouldn't be walking away from this one if it came down to a fight.  Still, 20 to one odds are never a good sign for those facing them.