Frostwing looks slightly insulted that they confused him for a sellsword, but also makes an observation. "I am not interested in money, but don't wish to rot someplace and be useless." He looks at Ishmael, and says "Saying how they respect your wisdom and opinion, i would guess you are a leader figure. Know I have no intent of being payed. I am a War Forged, so I was created with one purpose, and time took that away from me. It was.. strange for me." He saw the gleam, and took his bow in hand. He drew it back and a arrow of blue magic appeared. But after seeing it was a silver dragon he puts his bow up, and nods his head in a quick greeting to the dragon.

By this time, the skeleton squad of about twenty six arrived at the city, and let themselves in. They saw what had to be seen, and if there were demons, then they would charge, not caring that they were outmatched or outnumbered. One of them yelled "FOR OUR MASTER, FOR THE LICH, CHAAAAAAAAAARGE!" And started slaughtering anything that got in their way.