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"Aye, lad. Et could be a trap. Watch yerself. I'm nah sure tha' gnome can be trusted."

"Take this when you go, lad. Ye may need et. An' tell tha' gnome ta keep us informed of ye."

He hands you one of the shivs they made.

"Alrigh', lads. Time ta werk."

Oskor and the dwarves begin to line up in front of the gate.

"Thar's time, lad. I dinnae know wha' 'e does, bu' I think 'e'll be a par' o' our plans."

"Oh, an' I'll bring ye back some food.'

"My folk an' I are from Thunderstrike, in Ulek. Thar's me 'n tha five ye see here. Our ship was boarded in Safeton, an' we were taken in tha wee hours o' tha night."

"Couldn'ae say how many ghouls thar be, bu' a' leas' 20 orcs or more, an' 3 o' those Ghost Knights."

Oskor laughs with you.

"Valiant? No. I dinnae think they've e'er been called tha'."

"Thar is always hope, lad. What we don't have is a plan."

"None o' my dwarves are in need, and Jekku here is treated well. Most likely for a ransom."

"Aye. 'tis like he says, lad. Whate'er else she may be, she's a slaver. My folk are put ta work clearin' out debris and fortifyin' tha castle. We'll be goin' back soon, I s'pose, an' I'll smuggle ye some food."