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This..."Sanctuary'. Such an ironic name..

Banites, and even worse roam these streets. Their guardians of the law glow in the filthy corruption and tyrrany. Lower is held by a miserly Gold, And the stouts...

Disgusting. An embarasment to their beards. Dirty, Loud, Flatulent. The citizens of this hovel view them as nothing more but drunken merchants. Granted, they hold the power of Vergadain well, and their Thane is a better example than most, the majority of them are filthy, borderline barbaric warriors who would embarrass even the most respectable dwarven individual. When not hawking wears, they raid Orc and Goblin and Otherwise, which is admirable and soon I plan to partake in such a raid, but their...

Their lack of reputation, respect for their ancestors, and respect for themselves is concerning. If you close your eyes, it is as if you're amongst Orcbloods aside from the...partially coherent speech. As expected of shields, their lives revolve around coin and material. Granted, We golds are more than well known for flashing our fortunes and priding ourselves on it, we at least have class and honor our dead. Their "Barak Tor" is a hovel, albeit at least clean for a group so filthy. For a group with such massive amounts of coin, it looks like a cave. A few statues to Moradin and Truesilver, but none the less lacking decorum, design, or anything to enhance the atmosphere.

On top of these cosmetic and merchantile issues, fundamentally they are foolish as well. More than four individuals foolishly dealt and threw their lives into danger with a man who's intentions are far from pure.

Moradin, I know not why you brought me here, but as your holy hammer I've my work cut out for me if I'm to bring any of your respect, the "Sanctuary" 's respect, and self respect back to this merchantile cadre.