The Necromancer paled to an even more pasty color, disbelieving his own senses. He was indeed faced with a truly mighty creature... well two powerful creatures. His own master was powerful, there was no doubt about that, but he was not nearly as imposing as either of these two. Mortan simply looked like a dried corpse in armor and heavy robes. These two where actual monsters... "I-" he started but cut him self off when he heard how pathetic it sounded. He resolved himself and took a more level and confident tone "I am Tarz, apprentice to the Grave Lord Mortan, Flesh Weaver. He has tasked me to learn who you are. He awaits outside with a powerful host." when he finished speaking he bows his head and breaks eye contact in a display of submission to a greater power. He wasn't sure if he actually conveyed such a message but he hoped it had. 

Outside Mortan quickly grew bored waiting for his apprentice, he knew he hadn't given much time but he was out in the open and he didnt want to be spotted by a local ranger or patrol. so he directed his Ghouls into the cave, a wall of bodies backed up by his Knights. He moved slowly into the cave searching for his lost apprentice.