The tiefling chuckles darkly. "Could be. Timin' works, as you say. Still, I'd be surprised even a wight would settle for someone so useless." She twirls one end of her chain slowly, lazily...Not fast enough to get that bullroarer humming she had going earlier. "Let's see if we can stir up anything else." She calls softly back down the length of the party, "Your jewel-thief have a name?"<br/><br/>Wren catches a slight smirk, "Not so many places to run down here, either. Least we don't have to worry about the tunnel sinkin'."