Hallowhiem, Moloch

"Hallowhiem, did you see this latest sending?" a gruff voice barks the question to nobody in particular. "We've got word that the ships from Anduri might be here by the end of the week, not the end of the month like we planned! You've got to be ready to lays .. . lias... whatever. You have to be ready to receive upwards of 300 people." The voice deteriorated into grumbles and muttered curses about food and bedding as the sound of shuffling paper filled the silence.

"Hallowhiem, are you listening? Did you hear what I said? We have to get this place ready NOW!" the voice continued. The noise of a wooden chair sliding across the floor is followed soon by the stomping of small feet. A bald dwarf with a gloriously braided beard comes out of the small office, looking into the empty room where he expected the Human to be. "HAL WHERE THE BLOODY BLAZES ARE YOU?"