“GANGWAY!” a voice screeched, barely audible over the cacophony of nightmarish sounds. The wall of the canteen crumbled as a gargantuan, clawed paw of pig iron and steel crushed the rock beneath its irresistible might. The ferrous paw broken and dented in places, it destroyed the wall nonetheless. “I HAVE NO PLUCKING IDEA WHAT I AM DOING!” Joachim roared, which was, to say the least, an interesting sound to hear coming from avian vocal cords.