Tyler was quite upset with this apparant waste of his abilities. He was meant to be training new recruits for the Dark Lady, not leading an excavation crew in the Mage Quarter. But, when that big demon pet of hers asks you to do something, there's really not so much of a question involved. Besides, it was doubtful that any of the mages around had the muscle to get through the melted stone, and it's not likely the abominations had the intelligence to not bring down the Undercity by accident.
So, Tyler kept directing his most recent recruits to mine thier way through. At least they should be building up strength. The wreckage had melted and reformed into something as strong as steel. Several pickaxes had already been reduced to uselessness in the process. After a half-day's progress, Tyler's own pickaxe finally found purchase into something besides stone. Cracking the stone around it, he finds something he would have never expected to see--a book.
It appeared to be a journal of some sort, with the name 'Razev Eonar' inscribed upon it. Although Tyler was not familiar with the name, the symbol by it was known to nearly all who were aligned with the Horde, the insignia of The Grim. Tyler pocketed the book, he knew exactly who to send this to.