[@Overlord Thraka] [@Sophrus]

Vaulthuz rose from the small crate he was seated on to get a better view of the creature that had wandered into his cave. It was larger than him, much larger ; although it did not seem to be aggressive. [i]Best to be cautious, Gods know what this creature is thinking[/i]. Warily, the lycan replied to cloaked figure "You are correct beast, there is indeed power here. More than what you can see before you. Now what do you desire from this power? To serve it, or to be consumed by it?" As the necromancer spoke, the undead from around the camp drew their blades. They did not approach but seemed almost ready to attack at a moment's notice, had it not been for their eyes staring blankly into space. 
After a moment Vaulthuz noticed one of the bandits, the mage he had killed, was wielding nothing. He had neglected to bring his staff with corpse for the reanimation so it was unarmed, Vaulthuz would fix that. Extending his clawed hands towards the undead, he began speaking quietly and quickly under his breath. The undead's right  arm began to spasm for several moments until a serrated edge of bone erupted from it, it seemed to have transferred from his left arm which went noticeably limp. However as the necromancer turned away from the undead, he sensed a slight tingle of magic nearby. Not from the beast before him, that gave out a far trace source of magic. This one was smaller, weaker.  Vaulthuz pointed at one of the zombies closest to the cave exit and growled his orders "Check the cave entrance. Bring the intruder to me, by force if necessary." Immediately the undead did as he was commanded. If the apprentice sent by Mortan was still there, he would initially point into the cave. If the apprentice did not enter the zombie would seize him by the shoulders and attempt to drag him in.