Edge nodded as he began to walk away from the pub and down the street towards carefully looking along the walls of this older section of the city. His eyes darted back to Alex for a moment. "Their is always the other route, break the bones and leave them. The undead are brittle, you can destroy the limbs and leave the torso intact. Long as the head stays on they just keep putting themselves back together." He told them as he stopped beginning to run his hands along the wall. "Weapons blessed or made from a used by a holy figure generally do the trick as well." The wall clicked and he soon moved on wards. One hand on the wall feeling for the next switch. "Mercy was made using some shards of Joan of Arc's armor so she'll be useful." He paused hearing a second click he walked down and pushed on a carving that must have been three centuries old at least. 

He looked back at them all. "So I'm just going to take a guess but I doubt it's a necromancer. Their rare as is and they prefer battle fields, places where the owners suffered. This is probably a demon cult or a bunch of witches trying to bring back a certain soul. Sometimes magic restless dead will get up and walk when enough magic moves through the air." He told them moving up and down the clicking more switches and looking at symbols glancing back at the book. "The route were using is from World War 2, French resistance used it, the switches are just to disarm traps Hunters have set since then." He explained as he clicked the one then returned to a very elaborate door craving with a lion of it.

He stepped back and sighed, he kicked it hard and the doorway clicked moving off to the side. He stuck his in and whistled, the echo carried down and down further until it faded away. "Well that's creepy as Hell." He looked back at them and nodded. "If they are from a Necromancer their going to scream and cry when we meet them, if they don't then just break into bits. Remember their if they are mindless freaks of nature then you protect yourself, you are alive they are not and don't want that to change." He explained as he pulled three flares from his jacket setting two down he stepped on to the old metal ladder that lead down into these tombs. "Nothing ventured..." He said lighting the flare he jumped in grabbing the sides of the ladder as he slid down a ways grabbing the sides he took the flare out of his mouth. "Right, I have not been mauled to death by angry bone men, single file come on in shut the door behind you. Don't need locals trying to treasure hunt and getting ripped to pieces." He yelled up as he started to slowly make his way down. "If it is witches then we call it it in, if they are over the age of eighteen odds are they are going to try and turn us into frogs or whatever." He said his voice echoing up as they began the long climb to the right level for them to begin their search.