*Sadly shaking his head he sighs*
"Ah telled ye this would happen. Ah telled aller ye this would happen. The drow gorta go, we can' fight beck agains' der drow types unless we be buildin' stone walls aroun' Hlin'... mebbe an unnerground complex fer storin' supplies durin' a siege...
Coom ter thenk of eht..." *The old dwarf scritches his graying beard and smirks* "Ah think the ol' town er Hlint could use a good couple non-wooden walls. Soomthin' dwarf med.
Bah, gettin' ahead o' meself.. gort other walls ter plan! Other, begger walls, more emportant!"