[@bloonewb]
Zandex sits next to the commander, his hammer on his back. "Commander Mardex. I am Zandex Corean, blacksmith by trade, fighter by life." He picks up the drink, taking a swig. "Your 'priest' told me to come here, though he reeked of deception. I was finishing a project, and I lost track of the time. So. What is it that you want to speak to me about?" His metallic eyes literally burn with an inner fire, his hammer, the gleaming brightness of the purest of steel. He studies Mardex with cold calculation.

[@Aristocles]
"I see no reason to keep secrets. Even if you see some of my attacks, your scrying would have told you soon enough anyway." He blasts the nearest pile of bone to dust, and slides his scythe up the rib cage of one of the skeletons with glowing eyes, the blade going up into the skull. He raises the gold staff, pointing it at the other skeleton. [i]"Begone."[/i] A burst of necrotic energy washes over the other undead, fueled by their masters weapon.