Tar-Shei next to the table, cutting at the corpse that lay on it with his iron dagger humming to himself as he did. Understanding  humanoid anatomy was hugely helpful to his work. This poor soul had been the leader of a merry band of thieves it seemed before he had came along, the cave had seemed like the perfect place to set up and it had came with it's own security! Well, he had to...adjust them to his needs first but after reanimation the group was more than compliant albeit much quieter. That is to be expected Tar supposed as he continued cutting,examining the ex-chief's various organs before placing them neatly to one side for later dissection. The chief's equipment was lazily discarded on the floor, he had no need for his trinkets or weapons so why waste time tidying them away? He could do that later, fresh corpses were always far easier to work with and yielded better results. 

The bandits indeed had become more than willing to serve the necromancer after they had been reanimated, they stood around the cave in a formation somewhat similar to how they would be arranged if they were alive the only difference being they all stared emptily into space with various blotches on their skin where the argonians magic had entered their bodies and wasted away at their system.