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.'