Rewan frowned as the echo of the lich's rasping voice reached him. The black-robed figure, features hidden by a hood, standing next to him murmured something unintelligible, and Rewan found he could now hear the message properly. As the hollow words were spat at his mind, Rewan couldn't help but grin; the lich had no idea of the mistake it had made. It may or may not have sent the message to lure them into a trap, but Rewan knew that there was little the undead could do to hinder him and his allies.
" 'Tis foolish, what ye plan. How know ye Nekros await not at the end?" There was a rasping chuckle from Naz'Ghar, and a deep silence befell. The enslaved soul of Areayron was hovering above his hand, held out in command. "I was told you were haughty" - the elder Pale Master smirked - "yet never expected such.. foolishness.
"I was certain that my inferior abilities would not do, but certainly you possess great power. Can you not aid in my quest against the undead?" Rewan tried to keep his voice from shaking with anger.The necromancer hissed in mirth. "Mortal.. Trifle not with I. Certainly, as I stand as the second of all Duskmist, my abilities are considerable. Yet forget not the ethereality of our foe. Perhaps you will slay a thousand skeletons, and in fatigue thy existence ends at the hands of the lich." Naz'Ghar reached up and tossed back his hood, shaking back his black, white-striped hair from his pale face. "Nekros may be beyond me, or perhaps he is not. Yet the size of this undead horde requires precision. I can grant you undead aides, grant me sacrifice of undead blood and perhaps the service of a devil shall be yours. But be wary, still. I can track thy foe for us, help ye find him if he hides. But if Nekros arrives, my task shall be complete; and I shall fight 'til his death, or flee and warn our master. Expect no hesitation because of your bloodlust. Now, let us be off."
I'm not quite sure of that myself, but I guess the statement has a point.
