One of Aedius' skeletons had ventured too far from the rooms which it's brethren waited. It was the size of an average person, and it held a saber in it's right hand. Making an audible clacking noise as it moved. It was a restless - as it should be; Aedius required his summons to always be active in the event of an intruder. 
It had only neared the stairs which led to the entrance when it noticed the arrival of two potential wizards. Were they citizens from Valford? Mages from a guild? 

It didn't even matter. 

The creature pointed the sword in the direction of the two intruders, and charged, waving it's weapon in a maniacal manner. It had no technique in it's swordplay, and probably wouldn't need it in most cases. The simple fact that a living skeleton exists would have likely been enough to scare the average Valford citizen away.