Nabbit Lusterfitz's page

After your brief exchange with the halfling, you hear a "Pssst!"

Nabbit is at the cell door and he beckons you over.

Once you're close he looks behind him to make sure no one is around.

"I overheard the castellan planning a war party for four nights hence," he explains. "The orc captain is to have his troops ready to strike, and is leaving behind a contingent to guard the castle. A dozen orcs are remaining, and the knight they call "Corpsefinger" is to lead the others. This might be our chance!"

"We'll call it even once we're out of here. I didn't want to blow the horn, but I'm afraid they'll hurt me if I disobey."

"I don't see Lady Sabina as often. She has a worse air around her that makes the hair on my neck stand up. I'm not allowed above the second floor, and I presume that she spends most of her time up there. She's intensely beautiful; tall, raven-haired, and fair-skinned, but she has a cruel look in her eyes."

"I do, indeed. I'm really worried about what's become of her.

Now that you mention it... I was thinking about trying to get some prisoners moved around so I can get more information. They won't put the dwarves in there with the goblin, but they might put you if I suggest it. There are more slaves coming in today, and I can convince them to spread them out between the cells. If you can find out more information and relay it to me, I'll help you try to get out of here. These orcs come and go a lot, and not all of them always come back. It's pretty easy to get around when they're mostly gone. It's about time for me to be leaving this place anyway."

He was given to the castellan as a servant. He does whatever they need him to, but he isn't the castellan.

He stares at you blankly before turning around.

"Keep it down, smart guy," he says as he walks away.

"Like you're the only one who had it..."

"Oh no you don't! Nobody gets ol' Nabbit Lusterfitz with the old 'I just woke up from a fever' routine! I know better than that!"

He lowers the horn.