Even tho the lordly sun Helios assume his rightly throne in the heavens earlier in the morn, Grumpkin the Six Foot Dwarf has brought into the Slave Pit a cold foul wind as such the Frost Giant would wrought. He babbles in evil tongues and throws fiery darts at unseen targets. I will try to stand firm and hold tight to the Sword of Amariah as my defense as well as listening to ancient songs from the warrior bards to soothe my soul.