Quentan stepped up and scowled at the beanpole blocking the door, "Ye havin' any trouble out o' unwant'd people Kendra?" he asked as he leaned on the haft of an not-insignificant warhammer, "If'n ye be comin' 'n peace, Torac's blessin's be on ye... If'n ye come fer trouble, tis nay both'r ta helps ye through ah wall."<br/><br/>He looked about then, "Th; elf tis havin' th' right o' et. Ye nay kno' wha' yeself gettin' inta witout ahthought fer wha' ye be facin'... Tis late 'n th' day fer angry spirits an' waitin' til ye kno' wha' ye face will nay hurt nay one."