Thinking that his masterful excu-- ahem explanation had worked, Veigar cleared his throat and rearranged his armored robe before nodding.

"Yes, well, I suppose it was beneficial of I to pass by this place. It was odd," he began. "It was as if I was being called."

But he'd leave it at that.

"Hear what? The incessant uncomprehendable whispering? I don't hear or care whatever it is. Why do you ask?" he paused for a moment after realizing something. "And what in the hells were those minions? I've seen shadowy ones in this wretched place before, but those things are new."

He'd know! He remembers everything he obliterates! Err, kind of.