The wight leads you up to a room identical to the ones before. Eventually you reach a large door, guarded by a couple of large zombies. They let you pass without harm and you enter into a small chamber near the surface. You can see three humanoids in dark robes, which the wight bows to.
"Masters, I bring you the troublemakers from below."
They turn as one. The nearest is obviously a tiefling, the other two look to be human, if only just barely.
The tiefling sneers. "Fool. These are not the arisen!" He cocks an eyebrow. "But that leads to new questions. Where did you come from?"
Before anyone can answer, a cheerful voice pipes up from behind the robed figures.
"Does that really matter, Gudon? I'm far more interested in why they help the arisen. I love a good riddle, as you well know."
As the necromancers pull back, the voice's owner steps into the light.
A chubby little halfling, looking suspiciously similar to a particular gnome named Davon.