"Reckon we need to add 'fixing the doors' to the list," Yngvi leans past Christine as he speaks to retrieve his lockpicks, removing some chalk from his pocket to mark the door. Not the simple X of a spot cleared out but an odd little symbol that makes sense to a passing dwarf who should see it done. "Get folk some keys. Need my beauty sleep, can't get summoned from my bed at odd hours because someone needs a dwarf to be fiddling with the locks, imagine what I'd look like?"

The joke's funny because when does Yngvi sleep?

"More bodies. I keep telling them that it's a feature, they keep saying 'clear them out' but a lot of them are a lot older than that whole mess. Don't know what we'll be stirring up poking around places here that haven't been had a good poke in decades." That's not meant to sound dirty. Or is it?