Haatse looks around as the party is introduced. A faint half-smile hovers about his gruff features as Tyrien chatters on in her own little stream of consciousness.
"Mmmm. One question at a time, I think, and in order. Asar was wakened by a coterie of grave robbers who came into the Crypt and stole . . . something that belonged to him. It is a more severe form of the curse placed on those who take anything else from this place that is not freely given." His hesitation is obvious as he stumbles slightly over the stolen object. "By the time the townsfolk came to make the Crypt ready for the ritual, Asar had had some days to make the place his own. I can't say for certain what his plans are, but the Asar I knew of old was endlessly ambitious; I know of no reason for him to have changed.
"Mistress Tyrien, I will hand out no rewards. There are a few items that were buried with me which I will grant you permission to take from my sarcophagus. I know not what would happen if you were to attempt to touch me; no one has tried since I entered this state." The smile returns briefly. "You are welcome to experiment, if you wish."