Plague Or Ill Will?

The graveyard in which they rest was always silent, neither they nor their leader liked noise, chatter, or interacting with anything, the only time they ever bothered to do something was when there was a battle 

And it just happens that an invader was suddenly sensed, making them jump out of their tombs, ready to assault whoever dared encroach upon their repose

Seeing who it was however stopped their approach, none could forget this thing after all, not with how easily a comrade 'died', for the lack of a better word, under his hand

Seconds later the door to their leader's shack cracked open, a cloaked figure walking out, face obscured for the most part

"To what do I owe this unwelcomed visit"

He spoke, admiral blue eyes shining under the hood as they stared at the shadow ahead

"Come now, that is not the way to greet a benefactor"