No hint o the Duran Keep slaves here at th store. Prolly 'r already at th' other keep, so thas whar we're headed. It's underground of course, bein' a Drugar home 'n all. N there's t'be no lightin anywhar. They like it dark.

Bah! We finally get thar, and it's someone else's keep! They jus took it over somptin' abandonded, and spruced it up a wee bit. Coudn't even build thar own... Lazy damn Drugar.

They spruced up the porcullis good tho. But thar no lockmiths! T'bars may o' been strong, but I picked thar lock in d' middle o battle. Silly bastards. Once we were in, we wiped the floor with the Drugar guards agin'. (And would ja just stop pointin out ma bruises? I'm the one living remember?!?!)