"Spirits, or someone utilizing necrotic energy to rot through walls?" Don't answer that, Marian -- he'll do it for you. "I know not about the former, but the latter has... happened."

To someone else. Not to him. He definitely wasn't the one doing it, either. He's just taking precautions on behalf of other people, that's all. He does not want to talk about this.

He steps up to the wall and gets to work, using the tool to scratch lines into the surface of the metal. They don't need to be too deep -- just enough of an etching to make it legible -- but it's still a slow process.

"Are you new here?" he asks. "Or have you merely been hidden away up here for some time?"