At Marcus' request, Filge stands up and, turning to face the party, dusts some of the dirt off his robe. He answers Marcus' and Lola's questions in reverse order.
“Balabar Smenk owns several mines hereabouts. I thought everyone in this miserable town knew who he was. He sure makes it seem like he's the most important man around. I guess he's wrong.” Filge chuckles a bit. “Anyway, he and I were mates 20 years ago, up north in Tula. I laugh now to think of how far he’s come in so little time. How respectful people around here are toward him. Ha! If they only knew!”
He continues, “The cult's the reason I'm here. You see, Balabar called me down from Tula to help him deal with it. It seems he got himself brought down to a hidden part of the Dourstone Mines a month ago, to set up some provisioning deal with the dwarf what runs the place. But the mine was crawling with awful beasts in hooded robes. He said their wild cries made his stomach heave. The cultists—they called themselves the Triad of Sixes—said something about the Age of Worms, about strange undead in the southern hills and the swamp. These cultists, I guess, made some threats about what they'd do if Smenk backed out his deal with them and the dwarf. Not the kind of guy to respond well to threats, Smenk decided to prepare a defense, so he called in his undead expert. Me.”