"Yeah, well... that's unsurprising. I guess that Beast-guy is not getting the burn-salve I made for him, then! Look, this stuff can't be rushed. One wrong move and BOOM. I nearly died a few minutes ago when the place shook!"
He climbed down of his step-ladder and lifted the visor on his protective helmet. Mord saw that it was, indeed, an old gnome. The gnome said, "How close are they? Because I told Silakul when I arrived that I'm not part of this cult of yours. Sorry, 'true believers' or whatever. At any rate, I'm not dying for your cause. If you want to fight over this ugly hole-in-the-ground, you go ahead. And if Murlien wants more admixtures (before they are ready) to spice up his dead-things, he can come and do it himself."