"Okay, very well." Ahnasha replied cautiously. "Just...let's be careful not to get in Neesa's way of doing whatever it is she's doing." She warned. 

Ahnasha had not expected Fendros to actually [i]want[/i] to see the results of her work, and she was not sure if she should be worried about his intentions, or what he hoped to learn from it. She supposed that seeing the thralls would show him that she had been honest, but it did not seemed to her like he much liked the truth, regardless. 

Nevertheless, Ahnasha led Fendros outside, and they did not need to do any more than round the corner towards the back of her hideaway for Fendros to see what she had been hiding all this time. On their approach, Fendros would have seen a fairly plain, open area with a few clusters of mushrooms, but there had been far more than that just under the surface. Now, the dirt was riddled with holes from the small army of thralls that had dug themselves out from the ground. Now, there were almost two hundred undead thralls standing like soldiers in formation in front of Hal-Neesa. The vampire was standing with a glowing violet hand raised high, scanning her eyes from one end of the formation to the other. Just as Ahnasha had described before, the majority of the undead were either Falmer or chaurus, along with a small variety of animals, and more than a few humanoid forms. Some were zombies of dead flesh, wrapped in linen like draugr, while others were entirely skeletal. It would be difficult to tell without closer inspection, but some may have even been collections of flesh and bone pieced together from different creatures and given life through Ahnasha's necromantic enchantments. At the moment, though, all of them were bending to Hal-Neesa's command.