Greck listened to the wizard and warforged's words, but understood little of it. These contraptions weren't his area of expertise and he had learned a long time ago that it was better to just let the scholarly types do whatever it was they did and get it over with; even if he tried to interfere or stop them, they'd just find a way to do what they wanted anyway.

Besides there was a second problem here, one that he could solve. He caught Shalar's eye and said, "Elf! Errr, Shul- Shalar? Help me get these bodies out of here would yeh? Just out to the landing at the top of the stairs. I'ma hafta report this to Iban and don't want the, uhh... whatever it is in here to mess the corpses up further."

He pauses before muttering to her in orcish: "Besides I think the human's going to hurl if we don't get them out of here. Did you see his face when we came in here? Soft, that one is."