Anduin glances aside at the Doctor, watching him running his fingers along the walls as they walk. He isn't getting the sense of being in any immediate danger. Well. Rather, he is, but not that it's about to jump out at them around the next corner. Is that better or worse? He doesn't quite know.

"It was one of the first cities that fell to the dead," Anduin explains. "And also where the Merchant happens to be from. We... Made some decisions as a group that he didn't approve of, and so he took us there to stress what exactly was at stake here."

Anduin had made a decision that the Merchant personally had not agreed with. But that's neither here nor there.

"There was a spell upon the city, everywhere save the Institute of Technology -- where we came upon our friend Zenobius, if you have heard of him. The very air was... Inhospitable, to say the least. Without protection from it, the cycle of life and death was stuck in an endless loop. Corrosive to bare skin, on a small scale, although there were obviously grander repercussions."

Sorry, Doctor. He's nobility -- a king, in fact -- he has a tendency to monologue sometimes.