He is interrupted by a bolt of lightning from the Keres' general vicinity. It cooks him with a sizzle. This stuns the others into absolute silence.

"I will not tolerate such language in this context," she says, icily quiet. "If you have nothing constructive to say, be silent."

Awwwww, the Keres is sweet. Hisame grins at her, then turns a sharper grin to the other dwarves.

"Should I give you more examples, or is our point understood?"

Nods all around. They didn't sign up to mess with mages who can actually do magic to them.

She clasps her hands together. "I'm so glad we could come to an understanding! Do send the Carta my regards. From Hisame and the Keres, if you need a name."

"These are the ones that fat-" "Shut up!"

"So you have heard of us."

"I do so love having a reputation. What are they saying about us? Anything flattering?"

"Uh. That you massacred that entire expedition for no reason, and you can kill a man by looking at him, and you drag darkspawn behind you in chains to feast on the corpses you leave." The speaker looks around behind them nervously.

"I had a reason! I was bored. Perfectly good reason, that."

No one wants to argue with the crazy murderess who kills people for fun.

She smiles, and turns to investigate the shaft. Actually using the elevator seems pointless at this time, so she sees if the depth is easily determined.

Not with the elevator in the way at the top.

Annoying.

"Thoughts between setting this on fire and jumping, and having a clone lower us down, darling?" she says go the Keres.

Some of the dwarves visibly wince at the metion of 'set fire'.

"I don't see any reason to leave this intact to let them continue to profit from it."

She laughs, and sets the elevator ablaze, flames bright and hot and hungry.

The wood is old and dry, and won't take long to burn through. The blaze spooks the mule, which begins moving in its yoke, lowering the elevator.

Well, it can make a pretty little light show on its way down, then.

Darktown will know they're coming, at least.

And it turns out the bottom of the shaft is about eighty feet down.

Thoroughly jump-able! 

She's not really in the mood for drama at the bottom, and turning invisible seems like a hilarious way to infiltrate them after this, if the Keres is up for that?

Suits her.

The flaming elevator from hell above has in fact attracted a small crowd of onlookers, including some more Carta-type dwarves.

She's unable to resist messing with a few. Seeing if she can cause hallucinations (they seemed more resistant to her killing intent than humans, so), poking them and then stepping back (still camouflaged), but she does eventually move on to explore the 'town.'

Dwarf heads are hard like stone; it's difficult to get inside them.

Darktown is indeed dark, both physically and metaphorically. Other names that might apply: Squalidtown, Rattown, Trashtown, Poortown, Homelesstown, Crimetown, Stinktown.

"Ugh."

"Well put."

"I think my eyes are getting grime in them from looking at this."