In a hushed voice to Gabriele. Last night I dreamed I was visited by a Dwarven spirit that screamed to me in an incomprehensible language I can only assume is dwarven. Thought it was strange but no more troubling than the usual nightmares. Until as I approached the nest where those statues were the spirit from my dreams charged right at me. Damn near ruined my trousers. Fell off the ladder and crashed into Beauregard. I now fear for what may happen with all of these other looted weapons. in an even soft volume he adds I returned that sword I found and hopefully that's the end of it.