Brek snorts quietly as they approach the looming structure. "Always, humans leave behind the earth and they try to make a new one overhead. So much easier ta just stay under it. " He shakes his head with a dismissive expression, utterly lacking understanding of the motivations.

"'Course they did," Brek grunts. "Cheliax ain't kind in the best of times."

He stays back from the entrances, scanning the open ground between wall and woods, and generally serving as rear guard while the more skillful heroes investigate furtively. He's got both the warhammer and shield ready, just in case.