Nesker leans on the handle of the glowing hammer, looking glad of an excuse not to return inside just yet. "Orussus? Can't say I've heard of it, but this is my first trip so close to the surface. My people live a bit deeper than most dwarves. We see a lot of things that I guess you'd call strange, but even we don't see many undead! Not that we allow to keep walking, anyway. But this is Umraecyl's place, and if he says Lyrial stays, then I guess he stays. Calls himself "the Undying", Lyrial does. He's a mage of some kind I guess, but more important, he has tons of money. Throwing it around like water. Which is probably why Umraecyl puts up with him, come to think of it. If he's got a grudge against Gribble, it's only because Gribble said to his face what others are sayin' behind his back. And because Gribble wouldn't sell to him, I suppose. But if you ask me, he's just bored waiting for the auction, and killing time by causing trouble."