This is a nevar endin' quest ta find every last Duran Keep fool tha got hiself captured. And now, of all things, we're on some old long forgotten minitaur quest, in hopes o finding tha last few o them.

Tha ghosts o' this place were arrogant sons 'o the ether. They thought we would na finish the puzzle they cud'na... But we collected all tha pieces - tha tome was first, then tha blade (that's tha one I hated most. pools and short folks ne'er mix well). We managed t' get tha bell after defeatin' a monkey demon with more howl than bite. And last was tha mask - well that was more anoy'in than dangerous. (crazy mirrors. rarely use'em myself.)

We put tha pieces where they were a'supposed ta go, with me 'in Martouk in one room, and the others mannin' the rest 'o the rune disk... ah - things. At the count o three we all put our piece in place, n' then Martouk and I ran f'er it. The room we was in turned inta a damnable... ah - swirly thing. was tha called a'gin? Vorhex?

That 'Touk- he runs a might faster'n me. The well-o-deamons let out a dragon, and I ended up in tha hall alone wit it. (Since when is a dragon a demon! bah. stupid minotaur bull sh!t is wha that is, I say.)

But this was na the first dragon we slayed. and slay it we did.

Now that the puzzle is solved, and tha traps 'er done, we jus have ta wait fur to the final arena ta finish openin. (terrible slow door. poor craftmanship.) Dunno if the last o the Duran Keep folks 'r in there, but it seems damn unlikely to me. Why 'r we doin this again?

Ah well. I'll get me some dragon steaks out o it at least. Maybe I'll get Martouk to put 'em on ice for me...