It's a Privilege to Watch Him Think

Heading through the town towards the winding path to the monastery, someone beckons us in to a farmhouse. Curious, we head inside, only to see an apparently unused room obscured by veils.

Behind the veils a voice starts talking, giving us a portentous message. A second voice takes over, followed by silence. Pushing through the veils finds no one.

Thrak is unmoved. 'I thought it would be important.'

'It was important.'

'Not to my simple-minded, dwarven... uh...'

'...mind?'

'Shut up.'

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