Sounds of heavy thumping footsteps caused me to turn my head to the sound. A darker skin man with a long black robe with more runes than any other Elite I have seen. He had his hood up and I was barely able to see the skull on his face underneath it. He walked out with a staff that he tapped onto the ground as he walked. Besides him were two skeletal dogs, the rest of their bodies were engulfed in Fiendfyre. Their bony paws clack on the stone in rhythm with the staff. 