Ghaazala nods in the direction she tossed the head. "<em>That</em>was Luth. The kind of trash who gives a bad name to gutter scum. The kind of rubbish who'd pimp his own sister out at a markdown. Seller of anything he could swipe, broker/dealer in anything he could convince anyone else they needed him to buy for them. Confidence man." She snorts disgustedly. "If Luth said the sky was blue, you'd be smart to check twice and get a second opinion. He was a slimy, stinking, pasty-faced, soul-suckin', aggressively graspin' asshole<em>before</em>he got himself undead. Being a wight didn't change him much so's you'd notice."<br/><br/>She glances down the tunnel again. "Made him less mouthy, I guess."<br/><br/>The tiefling begins walking down the sewer pipe again, giving a jerk of her head to indicate the others should follow. It isn't like anyone needs healing.<br/><br/>