Aily steps forward.
"I am Aily Yor, first servant of the blood lord Cariad and his ally blood lord Stanton." she pauses to let the names sink in. She does not introduce the hulking skeleton with her of course.
"They have devastated every enemy that has come before them, shattering their pride, crushing their will, and sending them into nothingness without mercy." her voice is as sharp as her blade which is now in her hand. A blade that drinks in the darkness around her.
"Your companion, this Graelar, attempted to do so, but was put down with ease. The only hope for continued existence was to tell us everything about your defenses, and then to come here as a symbol to what happens when you resist our great lords." the battered body, the ponderous chains, the sad puppy dog eyes of please they will kill you and ME.
"Your choice is simple. Leave... or Die."