26 Slate: Stopped at a dwarven mine, Febducim, to restock and rest. Ahh, it felt good to sleep with a good hard roof over my head, none of that silly sky business. Oddly enough, when I mentioned our quest over dinner, several dwarves went pale, or looked at me in shock. One, an odd chap with both chain, and plate mail on, with two swords, actually flung his dinner at me (what a waste of a fine dwaven ale) and stormed out of the room. I could get no information out of them regarding Koganusans location, or, indeed, anything after that.
27th Slate: Today, before we left, the odd double armed, double armored dwarf pulled me aside, and told me not to seek out Boatmurdered. He called it a dark pit of evil, and told me I would burn if I went there, then wandered off muttering something, “All burn” or something. What a strange fellow.