"We've slain your master, you won't fair any better. Come and taste what Sermour had." Lugar stares back. The plan was going from bad to worse, he thought. "Inside that sack is Pelor's wrath, the light of a thousand suns shines in there. Take it back to your dark hole!" He yells, hoping his voice echoes to their companions below. The plan was to sneak in and deliver the goods, not parley with the undead. Hopefully they get the idea that something went wrong. (Will add a roll later for bluff)
Bluff 1d20+4 =16
Bluff 1d20+4 =16