[@The Kraken][@Pundii][@vFear]
"Agreed. If you'd all just follow my [i]sodding[/i]-" He wrenched his mace out of what was left of some poor bastards skull, a grunt of effort escaping his lips as the mace successfully freed itself with a [i]plolp.[/i] "-Lead no one would even know we are here. Noisy humans, must be the long legs."

The fact that these miners (If that is what they were, Flint wasn't positive.) literally had rocks of lyrium growing from their malnourished and overworked bodies was rather troubling. Flint prodded the body of one such corpse, his mace echoing the dull crunch of stone as he put some weight on the red afflicted area. As if proving this was in fact the red tainted bastard cousin of lyrium so many dwarfs made a living mining and refining. He shot a worried glance to his partner Erika-the Inquisition would undoubtedly want to hear about this.

Leading the group Flint marched on in a way that could best be described in a vast number of words; none of which were silent. 

"-And so then he says to her he says; I thought you wanted Mushed Shrooms, not Mushrooms." He let out a bellowing fit of laughter. "Get it? You get it, right? Oh-Whats this." No sooner had he finished yet another joke that clearly no one understood but him had the handful of party members rounded a corner in the cavern system, immediately arriving in front of a large bulky looking barricade like structure-the solid looking wooden gate being the only way through. 

"Oh if only we could use magic..." Flint barked in a rather convincing defeated tone of voice.