[Posting as Ulrik Ulrikson]
A short-bearded dwarf covered in scar tissue speaks up.
"Torch was a git, but that doesn't mean that we should stop protecting ourselves from the 'cemvirate. You can count on Ulrik Ulrikson to keep the Shadow Lodge alive!"
Ulrik Ulrikson sits back down, pulls out a large lump of horse jerky, and rips into it without another word.
